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PORTSMOUTH 



SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN BOOK, 



COMPILED FOR THE USE 



SOUTH PARISH SUNDAY SCHOOL; 



BY THEIH PASTOR, 



A. P. PEABODY, 
II 



PORTSMOUTH : 
JOHN W. FOSTER. 

BOSTON: WEEKS, JORDAN AND COMPANY- 

1840. 



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TUTTLE, DENNETT AND CHISHOLM, 

Printers No- 17 School Street, Bobiou. 



INDEX. 



Almighty Father, heavenly King 
Almighty God, in humble prayer . 
Almighty God, thy gracious power 
A minute, how soon it is flown 
Among the deepest shades of night 
A mourning class, a vacant seat . 
And is the gospel peace and love 
And now another day is gone 
And now, my soul, another year 
Angels, roll the rock away 
Another day its course has run 
Another fleeting day is gone 
Another six days' work is done 
As once the Saviour rose on high 
Attune the heart to mournful strains 

Before I close my eyes in sleep 
Before I close my eyes to night 
Behold that arch of varied hue 
Behold the amazing sight 
Behold the blind their sight receive 
Behold the western evening light 
Behold where, breathing love divine 
Behold where in a mortal form 
By cool Siloam's shady rill 

Child of the earth, oh lift thy glance 
Christians ! brethren ! ere we part 
Come, children, hail the prince of peae 
Come, let us anew our journey pursue 
Come, let us join our cheerful songs 
Come, thou Almighty King . 

Death has been here, and borne away 
Did Christ o'er sinners weep 



4 

59 

46 

125 

47 

159 

77 

7 

206 

113 

9 

10 

20 

17S 

142 

65 
131 

194 
108 
106 
11 
90 
74 
61 

195 

204 
119 
210 
111 
43 

162 

134 



IV 



INDEX. 



Every sheaf of golden grain 
Farewell, dear friends ! a long farewell 
Far from mortal cares retreating 
Far from these scenes of night 
Father, once more let grateful praise . 
Fear was within the tossing bark . 
Feeble, helpless, how shall I 
For us God's blessed Son 
From all that dwell below the skies 
From Greenland's icy mountains . 

God is so good that he will hear 

God might have made the earth bring forth 

God of mercy, God of love 

God of my life, through all its days 

God, thou art good ! each perfumed flower 

Go to dark Gethsemane 

Go, when the morning shineth 

Great God ! and wilt thou condescend 

Great God, we sing that mighty hand 

Great God, what do I see and hear 

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah . 

Hail to the Lord's anointed 

Happy the child, whose early years 

Hark the glad sound ! the Saviour comes 

Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 

Hark ! 't is the breeze of twilight calling 

Hark ! what mean those holy voices . 

He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies 

High in the heavens God dwells alone 

How beautiful the setting sun 

How blest the righteous when he dies 

How happy is the child, who hears 

How long sometimes a day appears 

How shall the young secure their hearts 

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight 

How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest 

How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 



If death my friend and me divide 
If Jesus Christ was sent 
1 know that earth is not the home 
I love awhile to steal away 
1 love thy Zion, Lord " . 



INDEX. V 

I must not sin as many do . . 129 

In all my vast concerns with thee . . 49 

In a modest humble mind . , 124 

In Israel's fane, by silent night . . 63 

In the soft season o{ thy youth . . 64 

I saw the glorious sun arise . . .58 

I sing the mighty power of God . . 31 

I sin whenever I pursue . . .132 

Is there a time when moments flow . 22 

It was my heavenly Father's Jove . . 34 

I would not live alway ; I ask not to stay . 149 



Jerusalem ! my happy home . 

Jesus, and can it ever be 

Jesus, I love thy glorious name 

Jesus, Lord of life and glory 

Jesus, lover of my soul, 

Jesus shall reign, where 'er the sun 

Jesus, when a litile child 



167 
88 
101 
116 
104 
183 
73 



Let children never fear 

Let little children come to me 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 

Lord, teach a little child to pray 

Lord, what a feeble piece 

Love and kmdoess we mar measure 



161 

199 
26 
56 

146 

127 



Maker of the Sabbath day 
Many voices seem to say" i 

May the grace of Christ our Saviour 
My dear Redeemer and my Lord 
My father, my mother, I know 
My Father, when I come to thee . 
My God, by thy directiug power 
My God, how endless is thy love . 
My God, thou makest the sun to know 
My God, thy boundless love I praise 
My helper God ! I bless thy name 



40 
133 
23 

76 
123 

140 

1 

12 

5 

42 

205 



Night wraps the land where Jesus spoke . !S2 

Not by the brazen trumpet's voice . .198 

Now that my journey's just begun . 7 1 



Oh God ! 1 thank thee that the night 
Oh Lord, another week is flown 



2 
14 



VI 



INDEX. 



Oh Saviour, whom this holy mom 

Oh 't is a folly and a crime 

Oh ! when the hours of life are past . 

Once more, my soul ! the rising day 

One prayer I nave, — all prayers in one . 

On the dark wave of Galilee 

On the first Christian Sabbath eve 

Our Father, full of grace divine 

Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name 

Our God, where'er thy people meet 

Praise the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him 
Praise to God ! oh let us raise 
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 
Poor and needy though I be 



Remember thy Creator 

Rise,my soul, and stretch thy wings 



70 
164 



See ! another year is gone . . . 209 

" See how he loved !" exclaimed the Jews . 98 

See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand . . 72 

Sina; we the song of those who stand . 170 

Songs of praise the angels sang * . 30 

Soon as my yout;,iui lips can speak . 60 

Soon will set the Sabbath sun . . 171 

Suppliant, lo ! thy children bend . • 16 
Sweet spices they brought on their star-lighted way 112 



Ten thousand different flowers 

The bosom, where I oft have lain 

The day is past and gone 

The lilies of the field 

The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know 

The Lord is risen indeed 

The morning dawns upon the place 

The night is past and gone 

Then shone Almighty power and love 

Theie is a glorious world of light 

There is a grassy bed 

There is a land of pure delight 

There is an hour of peaceful rest 

There is a path that leads to God 

There seems a voice in every gale 



190 

153 

8 

143 

36 
114 
107 

18 
109 
166 
154 
163 
174 
130 
187 



INDEX. 



There 's not a tint that paints the rose . 22 

The saints on earth and those above . .176 

The Saviour comes ! no outward pomp . 97 

These glorious minds, how bright they shine . 177 

The Son of God came down from heaven . 80 

The spirit breathes upon the word . . 68 

The sun has gone to rest . . 25 

The thunder bursts ! its rolling might . 196 

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love .- 169 

This is the day when Christ arose . . i3 
Thou art gone to the ^rave ! but we will not deplore 

thee . . • .156 

Thou art, Oh God, the life and light . 193 
Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee 157 
Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream 103 

Thou, who didst with love and blessing . 202 

Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord . 121 

>T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze . 120 

'T is Jesus speaks! " I fold," says he . 150 

5 T is midnight, and on Olive's brow . . 102 

'T is summer, glorious summer . . 188 

To Thee, the little children's Friend . . 197 

To thy temple 1 repair ... 48 

Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside . .128 

'T was by an order from the Lord . 69 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb . .155 

Upward I lift mine eyes . . 39 



Wake not, oh mother ! sounds of lamentaiion 
We bless Thee for this sacred day 
We come our Sabbath hymn to raise 
Were not the sinful Mary's tears 
We seem to hear a voice of praise 
We ! ve passed another Sabbath day 
What is there, Lord, a child can do 
What souls are those, that venture near 
When brighter suns and milder skies 
When daily I kneel down to pray- 
When flowers in summer appear . 
When for some little insult given 
When gathering clouds around I view 
When, his salvation bringing 
When in my heart rise angry thoughts 
When Jesus Christ was here below 



93 

23 

160 

100 

200 

21 

136 

165 

186 

53 

192 

75 

95 

99 

12G 

118 



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INDEX. 



When Jesus left his Father's throne . 87 

When little Samuel woke . . .62 

When power divine, in mortal form . 94 

When sickness, pain, and death . . 151 

When the infant spirit, flying . . 203 

When the joyous day is dawning , . 79 

When to the house of God we go . . 17 

While beauty clothes the fertile vale . .185 

While shepherds watched their flocks by night 84 

While with ceaseless course the sun . . 208 

Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power . 37 

Whither but to Thee, Oh Lord . . 143 

Why should we spend our youthful days . 139 

With songs and honors sounding loud . .189 



PORTSMOUTH 
SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN BOOK, 



Morning Hymn. C. M 

Peterboro'. W. B. O. Peabody. 

1 My God ! by thy directing power, 

The rising light returns ; 
And high within his morning tower 
The sun serenely burns. 

2 Thou faithful guardian of my days ! 

I owe my heart to thee ; 
To thee my earliest prayers I raise, 
And fervent they shall be. 

3 Thou hast preserved my sleeping breath 

Secure from harm and pain, 
While many an eye was closed in death, 
And shall not wake again. 

4 Oh ! thus protect me till the last 

Long hour of rest is nigh, 
And thus when death's long sleep is past, 
Awake my soul on high. 



Morning Hymn. L. M 

Hebron. Pierpont. 

L O God ! I thank thee that the night 
In peace and rest has passed away, 
And that I see in this fair light 

My Father's smile that makes it day. 
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3, 4. MORNING HYMN. 

2 Be thou my guide, and let me live 
As under thine all-seeing eye ; 
Supply my wants, my sins forgive, 
And make me happy when I die. 



3. Morning Hymn. C. M. 

Peterboro'. Watts. 

1 Once more, my soul ! the rising day 

Salutes my waking eyes ; 
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
To Him, who rules the skies. 

2 Great God ! Let all our hours be thine, 

Whilst we enjoy the light ; 
Then shall our sun in smiles decline, 
And bring a peaceful night. 



Morning or Evening Hymn. C. M. 

Dedham. 

1 Almighty Father, heavenly King ! 

Who rulest the world above ; 
Accept the tribute children bring, 
Of gratitude and love. 

2 To thee, each morning, when we rise, 

Our early vows we pay ; 
And e'er the night hath closed our eyes, 
We thank thee for the day. 

3 Our Saviour, ever good and kind, 

To us his word hath given ; 
That children, such as we, may find 
The path that leads to heaven. 

4 O Lord, extend thy gracious hand, 

To guide our erring youth ; 

And lead us to that blissful land, 

Where dwells eternal truth. 



5, 6. MORNING HYMN. 



5. Morning Hymn. C. M. 

Arlington. 

1 My God, thou makest the sun to know 

His proper hour to rise, 
And, to give light to ail below, 
Dost send him round the skies. 

2 When from the chambers of the east 

His morning race begins, 
He never tires, nor stops to rest, 
But round the world he shines. 

3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil. 

The business of the day ; 
Begin my work betimes, and still 
March on my heavenly way. 

4 Give me, O Lord, thine early grace, 

Nor let my soul complain, 
That the young morning of my days 
Has been consumed in vain. 



6. Evening Hymn. 9's & 8's M. 

Greenville. 

1 Hark ! 'T is the breeze of twilight calling 

Earth's weary children to repose, 
While, round the couch of nature falling, 
Gently the night's soft curtains close. 

2 Guard us, Oh Thou, that never sleepest, 

Thou, who, in silence throned above, 
Over thy slumb'ring children keepest 
A watch of glory, power and love. 



7, 8. EVENING HYMN. 

3 Soon o'er a world in sleep reclining, 

Numberless stars through yonder dark 
Shall look like eyes of seraphs, shining 
From out the veil that hides the ark. 

4 Grant that beneath thine eye, securely, 

Our souls from conscious life withdrawn, 
May, undisturbed, serenely, purely, 
Like sealed fountains rest till dawn. 



7. E veiling Hymn. C. M. 

Stephens. Watts. 

1 And now another day is gone, 

I '11 sing my Maker's praise, 
My comforts every hour make known 
His providence and grace. 

2 But how my childhood runs to waste ! 

My sins, how great their sum ! 

Lord, give me pardon for the past, 

And strength for days to come. 

3 I lay my body down to sleep, 

Let angels guard my head ; 
And, through the hours of darkness, keep 
Their watch around my bed. 

4 With cheerful heart I close my eyes, 

Since thou wilt not remove ; 
And in the morning let me rise, 
Rejoicing in thy love. 



8. Evening Hymn. S. M. 

Boylston. 
1 The day is past and gone , 
The evening shades appear ; 



EVENING HYMN. 9, 10. 

O may we all remember well, 
The night of death draws near. 

2 We lay our garments by, 

Upon our beds to rest ; 
So death shall soon disrobe us all 
Of what we here possessed. 

3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 

Secure from all our fears ; 
May angels guard us while we sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 



Evening Hymn, L. M. 

Uxbridge. Pierpont. 

1 Another day its course has run, 

And still, O God ! thy child is blest ; 
For thou hast been by day my sun, 
And thou wilt be by night my rest. 

2 Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close, 

And now, when all the world is still, 
I give my body to repose, 
My spirit to my Father's will. 



10. Evening Hymn. L. M. 

Hebron. Collyer. 

1 Another fleeting day is gone ; 

Slow o'er the west the shadows rise ; 
Swift the soft stealing hours have flown , 
And night's dark mantle veils the skies. 

2 Another fleeting day is gone, 

Swept from the records of the year ; 
And still, with each successive sun, 
Life's fading visions disappear. 

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11. THE AUTUMN EVENING. 

3 Another fleeting day is gone 

To join the fugitives before ; 
And I, when life's employ is done, 
Shall sleep, to wake in time no more. 

4 Another fleeting day is gone ; 

But soon a fairer day shall rise, 
A day, whose never setting sun 

Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies. 

5 Another fleeting day is gone ; 

In solemn silence rest, my soul ! 
Bow down before his awful throne, 
Who bids the morn and evening roll. 



11. The Autumn Evening. C. M. 

Woodstock. W. B. O. Peabody. 

1 Behold the western evening light ! 

It melts in deep'ning gloom ; 
So calmly Christians sink away, 
Descending to the tomb. 

2 The winds breathe low ; the with'ring leaf 

Scarce whispers from the tree ; 
So gently flows the parting breath, 
When good men cease to be. 

3 How beautiful on all the hills 

The crimson light is shed ! 
'T is like the peace the Christian gives 
To mourners round his bed. 

4 How mildly on the wand'ring cloud 

The sunset beam is cast ! 
'T is like the mem'ry left behind 
When loved ones breathe their last. 



MORNING OR EVENING HYMN- 12, 13. 

5 And now above the dews of night, 

The yellow star appears ; 
So faith springs in the breast of those, 
Whose eyes are bathed in tears. 

6 But soon the morning's happier light 

Its glory shall restore ; 
And eyelids, that are sealed in death, 
Shall wake to close no more. 



12. Morning or Evening. L. M. 

Rockingham. Watts. 

1 My God, how endless is thy love ! 

Thy gifts are every evening new ; 
And morning mercies from above, 
Gently distil, like early dew. 

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; 
Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 

3 I yield my powers to thy command ; 

To thee I would devote my days ; 
Perpetual blessings from thy hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 



13. Sabbath Morning. C. M. 

Arlington. Watts. 

1 This is the day when Christ arose 

So early from the dead ; 
Why should I keep my eyelids closed, 
And waste my hours in bed ? 

2 To-day with pleasure, Christians meet, 

To pray and hear the Word ; 



14, 15. COMMENCING HYMN. 

And I would go with cheerful feet 
To learn thy will, O Lord. 

3 I '11 leave my sport to read and pray ; 
And so prepare for heaven : 
O may I love this blessed day 
The best of all the seven. 



14. Commencing Hymn. C. M. 

Peterboro 5 . Kirke White. 

1 O Lord, another week is flown, 

And we, a youthful band, 
Are met once more before thy throne, 
To bless thy fostering hand. 

2 And wilt thou lend a listening ear 

To praises low as ours ? 
Thou wilt ! for thou dost love to hear 
The song which meekness pours. 

3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, 

As in thy name we pray ; 
For thou didst bless the infant train, 
And we are weak as they. 



15. Commencing Hymn. L. M. 

Duke Street. 

1 God is so good that he will hear 

Whenever children humbly pray ; 
He always lends a gracious ear 

To what the youngest child may say. 

2 His own most holy book declares, 

That, as a tender father will, 
He listens to our lowly prayers, 

And what we ask will grant us still. 



COMMENCING HYMN. 16, 

He loves to hear a grateful tongue 
Thank him for all his mercies given ; 

And when on earth his praise is sung, 
The cheerful notes are heard in heaven. 



16. Commencing Hymn. 7's M. 

Wilmot. T. Gray, Jr. 

1 Suppliant, lo ! thy children bend, 

Father, for thy blessing now ; 
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend, — 
We are weak, Almighty thou. 

2 With the peace thy word imparts, 

Be the taught and teacher blest ; 
In their lives, and on their hearts, 
Father, be thy laws imprest. 

3 Pour into each longing mind 

Light and knowledge from above ; 
Charity for all mankind, — 
Trusting faith, enduring love. 

4 Here, in joy's triumphant day, 

Still may grateful hearts arise, 
Bright with rapture's kindling ray, 
Purely, fondly to the skies. 

5 Here, in sorrow's chastening hour, 

May thy word its light diffuse ; 
Fresh'ning as the vernal shower, 
Peaceful as the silent dews. 

6 Grant us spirits lowly, pure, 

Errors pardon'd, sins forgiveji, 
Humble trust, obedience sure, 
Love to man, and faith in heaven. 



17, 18. COMMENCING HYMN. 



17. Commencing Hymn. L. M. 

Rockingham. 

1 When to the house of God we go, 

To hear his word, and sing his love ; 
We ought to worship him below, 
As saints and angels do above. 

2 They stand before his presence now, 

And praise him better far than we. 
Who only at his footstool bow, 

And love him, though we cannot see. 

3 But God is present every where, 

And watches all our thoughts and ways ; 
He sees who humbly join in pray'r, 
And who sincerely sing his praise. 

4 The triflers too his eye can see, 

Who only seem to take a part ; 
They move the lip, and bend the knee, 
But do not seek him with the heart. 

5 O may we never trifle so, 

Nor lose the days our God hath given, 
But learn, by sabbaths here below, 
To spend eternity in heaven. 



18. Sabbath Morning. L. M. 

Boylston. 

1 The night is past and gone, 

The Sabbath sun I see ; 
Now may I rise to feel thy grace 
Again renewed to me. 

2 I humbly bow in prayer, 

A suppliant at thy throne ; 



THE SABBATH. 19. 

Forgiveness seek for follies past, 
And all thy goodness own. 

3 O condescend to hear 

While I attempt to pray ; 
And guard me safe from harm and sin 
Through all this Sabbath day. 

4 Let not my heart forget 

Thy kindness and thy love, 
Who gavest for us thy Son to die, 
That we might live above. 

5 O let thy word of grace 

My heart and mind employ ; 
And in the Sabbath school this day 
May I its light enjoy. 



19. The Sabbath. IPs M. 

Hinton. 

1 How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest; 
The day of the week which I surely love best; 
The morning my Saviour arose from the tomb, 
And took from the grave all its terror and gloom. 

2 O let me be thoughtful and prayerful to-day, 
And not spend a moment in trifling or play ; 
Remembering these seasons were graciously 

given 
To teach me to pray, and prepare me for heaven. 

3 In the house of my God, in his presence and 

fear, 
When I worship to-day, may it all be sincere ; 
In the school when I learn, may I do it with 

care, 
And be grateful to those who watch over me 

there. 



20, 21. THE SABBATH 

4 Instruct me, my Saviour; — a child though I be, 
I am not too young to be noticed by thee ; 
Renew all my heart, keep me firm in thy ways :-— 
I would love thee, and serve thee, and give thee 
the praise. 



20. The Sabbath. L. M. 

Hamburg. Stennett. 

1 Another six days' work is done, 

Another Sabbath is begun : 
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 

Improve the day that God hath blest 

2 Come, thank the Lord, whose love assigns 

So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; 
Draws us away from earth to heaven, 
And gives this day the food of seven. 

3. O may our prayers and praises rise 
As grateful incense to the skies ; 
And draw from heaven that sweet repose, 
Which none but he who feels it knows. 

4 In holy duties may the day, 
In holy pleasures pass away ; 
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of one that ne'er shall end. 



51. Sunday Evening. L. M. 

Hebron. 

1 We 've passed another Sabbath day, 

And heard of Jesus and of heaven ; 
We thank thee, Father, and we pray 
That all our sins may be forgiven. 

2 May all we 've heard and understood 

Be well remembered through the week, 



SABBATH EVENING IN SUMMER. 22. 

And help to make us wise and good, 
More humble, diligent and meek. 

3 So when our lives are finished here. 
And days and Sabbaths shall be o'er, 
May we in heaven in joy appear, 
And love and serve thee evermore. 



22. Sablatli Evening in Summer. L. M. 
Hebron. Edrneston. 

1 Is there a time when moments flow 

More happily than all beside r 
It is, of all the times below, 
A summer Sabbath's eventide. 

2 Oh ! then the setting sun shines fair ! 

And all below and all above, 
The various forms of nature wear 
One universal garb of love. 

3 And then the peace that Jesus beams. 

The life of grace, the death of sin. 

With nature's placid woods and streams 

Is peace without, and pea.ce within. 

4 Delightful scene ! — a world at rest, — 

A God all love, — no grief, no fear, — 
A heavenly hope, — a peaceful breast, — 
A smile unsullied by a tear. 

5 Delightful hour ! how soon will night 

Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign ; 
And morrow's quick returning light 
Must call us to the world again 

6 Yet there will dawn at last a day, 
A sun that never sets shall rise ; 

2 



23, 24. THE SABBATH. 

Night will not veil his ceaseless ray, 
The heavenly Sabbath never dies. 



23. The Sabbath. L. M. 

Uxbridge. Mrs. Gilman. 

1 We bless Thee for this sacred day, 
Thou, who hast every blessing given, 
Which sends the dreams of earth away, 
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 

2 Rich day of holy thoughtful rest, 
May we enjoy thy calm repose ; 
And, in thy service truly blest, 
Forget the world, its joys and woes. 

3 Lord ! may thy truth, upon the heart, 
Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, 
And flowers of grace in freshness start, 
Where once the weeds of error grew. 

4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, 
Contented with that aim alone, 
Which bears her to the King of Kings, 
And rests her at his sheltering throne. 



24. Commencing Hymn. 8's & 7's M. 

Greenville. J. Taylor. 

1 Far from mortal cares retreating, 

Sordid hopes and fond desires, 

Here our willing footsteps meeting, 

Every heart to heaven aspires. 

2 From the fount of glory beaming, 

Light celestial cheers our eyes ; 
Mercy from above proclaiming 
Peace and pardon from the skies. 



EVENING HYMN. 25, 26. 

3 Who may share this great salvation ? 

Every pare and humble mind ; 
Every kindred, tongue and nation, 
From the dross of guilt refined. 

4 Blessings all around bestowing, 

God withholds his care from none ; 
Grace and mercy ever flowing 
From the fountain of his throne. 

5 Lord, with favor still attend us ; 

Bless us with thy wondrous love ; 
Thou, our sun and shield, defend us : 
All our hope is from above. 



25. E veiling Hymn. S. M. 

Olmutz. 
1 The sun has gone to rest, 

The bee forsakes the flower ; 
The young bird slumbers in its nest, 
Within the leafy bower. 

3 Where have I been this day ? 
Into what follies run ? 
Forgive me, Father, when I pray 
Through Jesus Christ, thy Son. 

3 When all my days are o'er, 
And in the tomb I rest, 
Oh may my ransom'd spirit soar 
Up to a Saviour's breast 



26. Closing Hymn. 8's & 7's M. 

Sicily. 
1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
Hope and comfort from above : 



27, 28. CLOSING HYMN. 

Let us each, thy peace possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 

2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 

For thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound. 

3 Make us gentle, kind and lowly ; 

Teach us, Father, by thy word, 
How we may be good and holy, 
Like to Jesus Christ our Lord. 



27. Closing Hymn. L. M. 

Wells. 

1 Father, once more let grateful praise j 

And humble prayer to thee ascend ; 
Thou Guide and Guardian of our ways, 
Our early and our only Friend. 

2 Since every day and hour that 's gone 

Has been with mercy richly crown'd, 
Mercy, we know, shall still flow oh, 
Forever sure, as time rolls round. 

3 Hear then the parting prayers we pour, 

And bind our hearts in love alone ; 
And if we meet on earth no more, 
May we at last surround thy throne. 



28. Benediction. 8's & 7's M. 

Sicily. 
1 May the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
And the Father's boundless love, 
With the holy Spirit's favor, 
Rest upon us from above. 



DOXOLOGY. 29, 30. 

2 Thus may we abide in union 

With each other and the Lord ; 

And possess, in sweet communion, 

Joys which earth cannot afford. 



29. Doxology. L. M. 

Old Hundred. Watts. 

1 From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 

Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
Thro' every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
Eternal truth attends thy word ; 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 



30. Songs of Praise. 7's M. 

Wilmot. Montgomery. 

1 Songs of praise the angels sang, 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When Jehovah's work begun, 
When he spake and it was done. 

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
When the Prince of peace was born ; 
Songs of praise arose, when he 
Captive led captivity. 

3 Heaven and earth must pass away, 
Songs of praise shall crown that day ; 
God will make new heavens and earth, 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 

4 And will man alone be dumb, 
Till that glorious kingdom come ? 

2* 



31. PRAISE FOR CREATION. 

No : the church delights to raise 
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 

5 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
Still in songs of praise rejoice ; 
Learning here by faith and love 
Songs of praise to sing above. 

6 Borne upon their latest breath, 
Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
Then amidst eternal joy, 

Songs of praise their powers employ. 



31. Praise for Creation and Provi- C. M. 
dence. 

Ballerma. Watts. 

1 I sing the mighty power of God 

That made the mountains rise ; 
That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
And built the lofty skies. 

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained 

The sun to rule the day ; 
The moon shines full at his command, 
And all the stars obey. 

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 

Who fills the earth with food ; 
He formed the creatures by his word, 
And then pronounced them good. 

4 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed, 

Where'er I turn my eye ! 
Tf I survey the ground I tread; 
Or gaze upon the sky ! 



GOODNESS OF GOD IN HIS WORKS. 32, 33. 

5 There 's not a plant or flower below, 
But makes thy glories known ; 
And clouds arise, and tempests blow, 
By order from thy throne. 



32. Goodness of God in his works. C. M. 

Ballerma. 

1 There 's not a tint that paints the rose, 

Or decks the lily fair, 
Or streaks the humblest flower that grows, 
But God has placed it there. 

2 There 's not of grass a simple blade, 

Or leaf of lowliest mien, 
Where heavenly skill is not displayed, 
And heavenly wisdom seen. 

3 There 's not a star whose twinkling light 

Illumes the spreading earth ; 
There 's not a cloud, or dark, or bright, 
But mercy gave it birth. 

4 Then wake, my soul, and sing his name, 

And all his praise rehearse, 
Who spread abroad earth's glorious frame, 
And made the universe. 



33. Praise. 7's M. 

Wilmot. Mrs. Follen. 

1 Praise to God : oh ! let us raise 
From our hearts a song of praise ; 
Of that goodness let us sing 
Whence our lives and blessings spring. 

2 Praise to Him who made the light, 
Praise to Him who gave us sight ! 



34. GOD OUR BEST FRIEND. 

Praise to Him who formed the ear ! 
Will He not his children hear ? 

3 Praise Him for our happy hours, 
Praise Him for our various powers, 
For these thoughts that soar above, 
For these hearts he made for love. — 

4 For the voice He placed within, 
Bearing witness when we sin ; 
Praise to Him whose tender care 
Keeps the watchful guardian there. 

5 Praise the mercy, that did send 
Jesus for our guide and friend ; 
Praise Him, every heart and voice, 
Him who makes the world rejoice. 



34. God our best friend. C. M. 

Medfield. Mrs. FoJIen. 

1 It was my heavenly Father's love 

Brought every being forth ; 
He made the shining worlds above, 
And every thing on earth. 

2 Each lovely flower, the smallest fly, 

The sea, the waterfall, 
The bright green fields, the clear blue sky, — 
'T is God that made them all. 

3 He gave me all my friends, and taught 

My heart to love them well, 
And he bestowed the power of thought, 
And speech my thoughts to tell. 

4 My father and my mother dear, — 

He is their father too ; 



35. child's evening hymn. 

He bids me all their precepts hear, 
And all they teach me, do. 

5 God sees and hears me all the day, 

And mid the darkest night ; 
He views me when I disobey, 
And when I act aright. 

6 He guards me with a parent's care 

When I am all alone ; 
My hymns of praise, my humble prayer, 
He hears them every one. 

7 God hears what I am saying now : 

Oh ! what a wondrous thought ! 
My heavenly Father, teach me how 
To love thee as I ou^ht. 



35. A Child'' s Evening Hymn. C. M. 

Clarendon. Mrs. Follen. 

1 How beautiful the setting sun ! 

The clouds how bright and gay ! 
The stars appearing one by one, 
How beautiful are they ! 

2 And when the moon climbs up the sky, 

And sheds her gentle light, 
And hangs her crystal lamp on high, 
How beautiful is night ! 

3 And can it be I am possessed 

Of something brighter far ? 
Glows there a light within this breast, 
Outshining every star ? 

4 Yes, should the sun and stars turn pale, 

The mountains melt away, 



36. GOD OUR SHEPHERD. 

This flame within shall never fail, 
But live in endless day. 

5 This is the soul that God has given, — 
Sin may its lustre dim ; 
While goodness bears it up to heaven, 
And leads it back to him. 



36. God our Shepherd, ll's M. 

Portuguese Hymn. Montgomery. 

1 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I 

know ; 
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest ; 
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow ; 
Restores me when wandering, redeems when 

oppressed. 

2 Through the valley and shadow of death though 

I stray, 
Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear ; 
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay, 
No harm can befal, with my Comforter near., 

3 In the midst of affliction, my table is spread ; 
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth 

o'er; 
With perfume and oil thou anointest my head ; 

what shall I ask of thy Providence more ? 

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, 
Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above ; 

1 seek, by the path which my forefathers trod, 
Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom 

of love. 



TRUST IN GOD. 37, 38. 



37. Trust in God. C. M 

Brattle Street. H. M. Williams. 

1 Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power ! 

Be my vain wishes stilled ; 

And may this consecrated hour 

With better hopes be filled. 

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed, 

To thee my thoughts would soar ; 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; 
That mercy I adore. 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing- to my soul more dear, 
Because conferred by thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings my favored hour, 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 

6 My lifted eye without a tear 

The gathering storm shall see ; 
My stedfast heart shall know no fear ; 
That heart shall rest on thee ! 



38. Praise. 8's & 7's M 

Greenville. 
1 Praise the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him ; 
Praise him, angels in the height ; 



39. GOD OUR PRESERVER. 

Sun and moon, rejoice before him ; 
Praise him, all ye stars of light ! 

2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; 

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; 
Laws, which never can be broken, 
For their guidance he hath made. 

3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; 

Never shall his promise fail ; 
God hath made his saints victorious, 
Sin and death shall not prevail. 

4 Praise the God of our salvation ; 

Host3 on high his power proclaim ; 
Heaven, and earth, and all creation, 
Praise and magnify his name. 



39. God our Preserver, H. M. 

Stow. Watts. 

1 Upward I lift mine eyes, 

From God is all my aid ; 
The God that built the skies, 
And earth and nature made :— 
He is the tower 
To which I fly ; 
His grace is nigh 
In every hour. 

2 My feet shall never slide, 

Nor fall in fatal snares, 
Since God, my guard and guide, 
Defends me from my fears. 
Those wakeful eyes, 
Which never sleep, 



THE LORD'S DAY? 

Shall Israel keep, 
When dangers rise 

3 No burning heat by day, 

Nor blasts of evening air, 
Shall take my health away, 

If God be with me there. 
Thou art my sun, 
And thoa my shade, 
To guard my head, 
By night or noon. 

4 Hast thou not given thy word 

To save my soul from death ? 
And I can trust my Lord 
To keep my mortal breath. 

I '11 go and come, 

Nor fear to die, 

Till from on high 

Thou call me home. 



40. 



40. The Lord's Day. 7's M. 

PleycPs Hymn. 

1 Maker of the Sabbath day, 
Teach us how to praise and pray ; 
Thou this blessed day hast given, 
To prepare our souls for heaven. 

2 Ruler of the earth and sky, 
Lord of all below, or high ; 
Make the young, as well as old, 
Sheep of our Redeemer's fold. 

3 



41, 42. GOODNESS OF GOi>. 

3 Friend of children, hear our prayer ; 
Let no trifling feeling dare 
Steal the precious hours away, 
Of this sacred Sabbath day. 



41. Goodness of God. L. M. 

Hebron. Mrs. Follen. 

1 God, thou art good ! each perfumed flower, 
The waving field, the dark green wood, 
The insect fluttering for an hour, — 

All things proclaim that God is good. 

2 I hear it in each breath of wind ; 
The hills that have for ages stood, 
And clouds with gold and silver lined, 
All still repeat that God is good. 

3 Each little rill, that many a year 
Has the same verdant path pursued, 
And every bird, in accents clear, 
Joins in the song that God is good. 

4 The countless hosts of twinkling stars, 
That sing his praise with light renewed ; 
The rising sun each day declares, 

In rays of glory, God is good. 

5 The moon that walks in brightness, says 
That God is good ! and man, endued 
With power to speak his Maker's praise, 
Should still repeat that God is good. 



42. God is Love. C. P. M. 

Aithlone. Rev. H. Moore. 

1 My God! thy boundless love I praise ; 
How bright on high its glories blaze ! 
How sweetly bloom below ! 



INVOCATION. 43. 

It streams from thine eternal throne ; 
Through heaven its joys forever run, 
And o'er the earth they flow. 

2 'T is love that paints the purple morn, 
And bids the clouds in air upborne, 

Their genial drops distil : 
In every vernal beam it glows, 
And breathes in every gale that blows, 

And glides in every rill. 

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground, 
And pours its flowery beauties round, 

Whose sweets perfume the gale ; 
Its bounties richly spread the plain, 
The blushing fruit, the golden grain, 

And smiles in every vale. 

4 Bat in thy word we see it shine 
With grace and glory more divine, 

Proclaiming sins forgiven ; 
There faith, bright cherub, points the way 
To realms of everlasting day, 

And opens all her heaven. 

5 Then let the love, that makes me blest, 
With cheerful praise inspire my breast, 

And ardent gratitude ; 
And all my thoughts and passions tend 
To thee, my Father and my Friend, 

My soul's eternal good. 



43. Invocation. 6's & 4's M. 

Italian Hymn. 
1 Come, thou Almighty King ! 
Help us thy name to sing ! 
Help us to praise ! 



44. PRAISE. 

Father, all-glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come and reign over us, 
Ancient of days ! 

2 Come, thou all-gracious Lord ! 
By heaven and earth adored, 

Our prayer attend ! 
Come, and thy children hless ; 
Give thy good word success ; 
Make thine own holiness 

On us descend. 

3 Never from us depart ; 
Rule thou in every heart, 

Hence, evermore ! 
Thy sovereign majesty 
May we in glory see, 
And to eternity 

Love and adore. 



44. Praise. L. M. 

Ward. Doddridge. 

1 God of my life ! through all its days 

My grateful powers shall sound thy praise ; 
The song shall wake with opening light, 
And warble to the silent night. 

2 When anxious cares would break my rest, 
And grief would tear my throbbing breast, 
Thy tuneful praises raised on high, 

Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
And all the powers of language fail, 

Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, 
And mean the thanks I cannot spe»k. 



GOD — OUR FATHER. 45, 46. 

4 But O ! when that last conflict 's o'er, 
And I am chained to flesh no more, 
With what glad accents shall I rise 
To join the music of the skies ! 



45. God— our Father. L. M. 

Wells. 

1 Great God ! and wilt thou condescend 
To me my Father and my Friend ? 

I but a child, and thou so high, 
The Lord of earth, and air, and sky ? 

2 Art thou my Father ? Canst thou bear, 
To hear my poor, imperfect prayer ? 
Or stoop to listen to the praise 

That such a little one can raise ? 

3 Art thou my Father ? — Let me be 
A meek, obedieut child to thee, 
And try, in every deed and thought, 
To serve and please thee as I ought 

4 Art thou my Father? — I '11 depend 
Upon the care of such a friend, 
And only wish to do and be, 
Whatever seemeth good to thee. 

5 Art thou my Father ? — Then, at last, 
When all my days on earth are past, 
Send down, and take me, in thy love, 
To be thy better child above. 



46. God every ivhere. CM. 

Medfield. 
1 Almighty God ! thy gracious power 
On every hand I see ; 



3* 



47. OMNIPRESENCE OF GOD. 

O may the blessings of each hour 
Lead all my thoughts to thee ! 

2 If, ou the wings of morn, I speed 

To earth's remotest bound, 
Thy hand will there my footsteps lead, 
Thy love my path surround. 

3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, 

And reaches to the skies ; 
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, 
Thy goodness never dies. 

4 From morn till noon, till latest eve, 

The hand of God I see ; 
x\nd all the blessings I receive, 
Ceaseless proceed from thee. 

5 In all the varying scenes of time 
_ ^ On thee my hopes depend ; 
Through every age, in every clime, 

My Father and my Friend ! 



47. Omnipresence of God. L. M. 

Duke Street. 

1 Among the deepest shades of night, 
Can there be one who sees my way ? 
Yes, God is like the shining light, 
That turns the darkness into day. 

2 When every eye around me sleeps, 
May I not sin without control ? 

No ; for a constant watch he keeps 
On every thought of every soul. 

3 If I could find some cave unknown, 
Where human feet have never trod, 



GOIKG- TO CHURCH. 48, 49. 

Yet there I could not be alone ; 
On every side, there would be God. 

4 He smiles in heaven, he rules in hell ; 
He fills the air, the earth, the sea : 
I must within his presence dwell, 
I cannot from his presence flee. 



48. Going to Church. 7's M. 

Duke Street. Montgomery. 

1 To thy temple I repair ; 
Lord, I love to worship there ; 
While thy glorious praise is sung, 
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. 

2 While the prayers of saints ascend, 
God of love, to mine attend ; 
While I hearken to thy law, \ 
Fill my soul with humble awe. 

3 While thy ministers proclaim 
Peace and pardon in thy name, 
Through their voice, by faith may I 
Hear thee speaking from on high. 

4 From thy house when I return, 
May my heart within me burn ; 
And at evening let me say, 

" I have walked with God to-day." 



49. Thou, God, seest me. C. M. 

Dundee. Watts. 

1 In all my vast concerns with thee, 
In vain my soul would try 
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 
The notice of thine eye. 



50, 51. the lord's prayer. 

2 Thine all surrounding sight surveys 

My rising and my rest, 
My public walks, my private ways, 
The secrets of my breast. 

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 

Before they 're formed within ; 
And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
He knows the sense I mean. 

4 Oh ! wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! 

Where can a creature hide ? 
Within thy circling arms I lie, 
Beset on every side. 

5 So let thy grace surround me still, 

And like a bulwark prove, 
To guard my soul from every ill, 
Secured by sovereign love. 



50. The Lord's Prayer. ll's M. 

HintoB. 

1 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name ! 
May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same ! 
O give to us daily our portion of bread ; 

It is from thy bounty that all must be fed. 

2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know 
That humble compassion, that pardons each foe. 
Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, 
And thine be the glory forever. — Amen. 



51. The Lord's Prayer. L. M. 

Med way. 
1 Our Father, full of grace divine, 
To thy great name be praises paid ; 



PRAYER. 52. 

Thy kingdom come, thy glory shine, 
And be thy will on earth obeyed. 

2 Give us our bread from day to day, 

And all our wants do thou supply ; 
With gospel truth feed us, we pray, 
That we may never faint or die. 

3 Extend thy grace, our hearts renew, 

Our each offence in love forgive ; 
Teach us divine forgiveness too, 
And let us free from evil live. 

4 For thine 's the kingdom, and the power, 

And all the glory waits thy name ; 
Let every land thy grace adore, 
And sound a long and loud Amen. 



52. Prayer. 7's & 6's M. 

Missionary Hymn. 

1 Go, when the morning shineth, 

Go, when the moon is bright, 
Go, when the eve declineth, 

Go, in the hush of night ; 
Go, with pure mind and feeling, 

Fling earthly thought away, 
And in thy chamber kneeling, 

Do thou in secret pray. 

2 Remember all who love thee, 

All who are loved by thee, 
Pray too, for those who hate thee, 

If any such there be : 
Then for thyself, in meekness, 

A blessing humbly claim, 
And link with each petition 

Thy great Redeemer's name. 



53. 



PRAYER. 

3 Or, if 't is e'er denied thee 

In solitude to pray, 
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee, 

When friends are round thy way, 
E'en then the silent breathing 

Thy spirit raised above, 
Will reach his throne of glory, 

Who is Mercy, Truth, and Love. 

4 Oh ! not a joy nor blessing 

With this can we compare, 
The power that he hath given us 

To pour our souls in prayer ! 
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, 

Before his footstool fall, 
Remember, in thy gladness, 

His love who gave thee all. 



53. Prayer, C. M. 

Woodstock. 

1 When daily I kneel down to pray, 

As I am taught to do, 
God will not answer what I say, 
Unless I feel it too. 

2 Some idle play, or childish toy, 

Can send my thoughts abroad ; 
Though it should be my greatest joy 
To love and seek the Lord. 

3 O, let me never, never dare 

To act the trifler's part, 
Or think that God will hear a prayer 
Which comes not from the heart. 

4 But if I make his ways my choice, 

As holy children do, 
Then while I seek him with my voice, 
My heart will love him too. 



PRAYER. 54, 55. 

54. Prayer. C. M. 

Arlington. Montgomery. 

1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 

Unuttered or expressed ; 
The motion of a hidden fire, 
That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the simplest form of speech, 

That infant lips can try ; 
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 

3 O thou, by whom we come to God, 

The Life, the Truth, the Way, 
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
Lord, teach us how to pray. 



55. A Child? s Evening Prayer. CM. 

Ballerraa. Barton. 

1. Before I close my eyes in sleep, 
Lord, hear my evening prayer ; 
And deign a helpless child to keep, 
By thy protecting care. 

2 The little birds, that sing all day, 
In many a leafy wood, 
By thee are clothed in plumage gay, 
By thee supplied with food. 

3. And when at night they cease to sing, 
By thee protected still, 
Their young ones sleep beneath their wing, 
Secure from every ill. 

4 Thus wilt Thou guard with gracious arm 
The couch whereon I lie, 



56, 57. a child's prayer 

And keep thy child from every harm 
Beneath thy watchful eye. 

5 For night and day to thee are one, 
The helpless are thy care ; 
And we are sure, through thy dear Son, 
Thou hear'st an infant prayer. 



56. A Child's Prayer. C. M. 

Arlington. 

1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand, 

With all-engaging charms : 
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, 
And folds them in his arms. 

2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, 

Nor scorn their humble name, 
For 't was to bless such souls as these, 
The Lord of angels came. » 

3 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear, 

Ye children, seek his face, 
And fly with transport to receive 
The blessings of his grace. 



57. The heart-searching God. L. M. 

Uxbridge. W. B. O. Peabody. 

1 High in the heavens God dwells alone, 
A nd glorious light surrounds his throne ; 
No night is there, — his piercing eye 
Looks through the darkness of the sky. 

2 Before the tongue the mind declares, 

He knows our thoughts, designs and cares ; 
In daily toil and evening rest, 
He sees the secrets of our breast. 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PRAY. 58, 

3 He sees his suffering children weep 
Far in the desert and the deep ; 

He gives them strength when hope departs, 
And heals the sorrows of their hearts. 

4 He keeps the book of life, and there 
Writes every wish and every prayer, 
There keeps our crimes and follies past 
To use in judgment at the last. 



Encouragement to Pray. P. M. 

J. Taylor. 
I saw the glorious sun arise 

From yonder mountain grey : 
And as he travelled through the skies, 

The darkness fled away ; 
And all around me was so bright, 
1 wished it would be always light. 

But when his shining course was done, 

The gentle moon drew nigh. 
And stars came twinkling one by one, 

Upon the shady sky. 
Who made the sun to shine so far, 
The moon and every twinkling star ? 

God made the sun that blazes high, 

The moon more pale and dim, 
And all the stars that fill the sky 

Are made and ruled by him ; 
And yet a child may ask his care, 
And call upon his name in prayer. 

And this large world of ours below, 

The waters and the land, 
With all the trees and flowers that grow, 

Were fashioned by his hand ; 
4 



59. PEAYEE FOE WISDOM. 

And yet this God will condescend 
To be a little infant's friend. 

5 O yes, when little children cry, 

He hearkens to their prayer ; 
His throne of grace is always nigh, 

And I will venture there ; 
I '11 go, depending on his word, 
And seek his grace through Christ our Lord. 



59. Prayer for Wisdom, C. M. 

Dundee. Montgomery. 

1 Almighty God, in humble prayer 

To thee our souls we lift ; 
Do thou our waiting minds prepare 
For thy most needful gift. 

2 We ask not golden streams of wealth, 

Along our path to flow ; 
We ask not undecaying health, 
Nor length of years below. 

3 We ask not honors, which an hour 

May bring and take away ; 
We ask not pleasure, pomp, or power, 
Lest we should go astray. 

4 We ask for wisdom ; — Lord, impart 

The knowledge how to live ; 
A wise and understanding heart 
To all before thee give. 

5 The young remember thee in youth, 

Before the evil days ! 
The old be guided by thy truth 
In wisdom's pleasant ways ! 



LORD, REMEMBER ME. 60, 61. 



60. Lord, remember me. C. M. 

Ballerina. 

1 Soo> T as my youthful lips can speak 

Their feeble prayer to thee, 
O let my heart thy favor seek, — 
Good Lord, remember me. 

2 From every sin that wounds the heart 

May I be taught to flee ; 
Oh ! bid them all from me depart ; 
Good Lord, remember me. 

3 When with life's heavy load opprest, 

I bend the trembling knee, 
Then give my troubled spirit rest, — 
Good Lord, remember me. 

4 Oh ! let me on the bed of death 

Thy great salvation see ; 
And pray with my expiring breath, — 
Good Lord, remember me. 



6L Early Piety. C. M. 

Ballerma. Heber. 

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill, 

How sweet the lily grows ! 
How sweet, the breath beneath the hill 
Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 

2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet 

The paths of peace have trod ; 
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God ! 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 

The lily must decay ; 



62. EARLY PIETY. 

The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly fade away. 

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 

Of man's maturer age, 
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
And stormy passion's rage ! 

5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found 

Within thy Father's shrine, 
Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, 
Were all alike divine, 

6 Dependant on thy bounteous breath, 

We seek thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, age and death, 
To keep us still thine own. 



62. Early Piety. H. M. 

Stow. 

1 When little Samuel woke, 

And heard his Maker's voice, 
At every word he spoke, 

How much did he rejoice ! 
O blessed, happy child, to find 
The God of heaven so near and kind. 

2 If God would speak to me, 

And say he was my friend, 
How happy should I be ! 

O, how would I attend ! 
The smallest sin I then should fear, 
If God Almighty were so near. 

3 And does he never speak ? 

O yes ! for in his word 
He bids me come and seek 



EARLY PIETY* 63. 

The God whom Samuel heard ; 
In almost every page I see, 
The God of Samuel calls to me. 

4 And I, beneath his care, 

May safely rest my head ; 
I know that God is there, 

To guard my humble bed : 
And every sin I well may fear, 
Since God Almighty is so near. 

5 Like Samuel, let me say, 

Whene'er I read his word, 
" Speak, Lord, I would obey 

The voice that Sr.muel heard ;" 
And when I in thy house appear, 
Speak, for thy servant waits to hear. 



33. Early Piety. L. M. 

Rockingham. Cawood. 

1 In Israel's fane, by silent night, 
The lamp of God was burning bright ; 
And there, by viewless angels kept, 
Samuel, the child, securely slept. 

2 A voice unknown the stillness broke ; 

" Samuel!" it called, and thrice it spoke ; 
He rose : he asked whence came the word ? 
From Eli ? No — it was the Lord. 

3 Thus early called to serve his God, 
In paths of righteousness he trod ; 
Prophetic visions fired his breast, 
And all the chosen tribes were blest. 

4 Speak, Lord ! and, from our earliest days, 
Incline our hearts to love thy ways ; 



64, 65. EARLY PIETY. 

Thy wakening voice hath reached our ear ; 
Speak, Lord, to us ; thy servants hear. 

64. Early Piety. C. M. 

Litchfield. 

1 In the soft season of thy youth, 

In nature's smiling hloom, 
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait 
Its summons to the tomb, 

2 Remember thy Creator, God ! 

For him thy powers employ ; 
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, 
Thy confidence, thy joy. 

3 He shall defend and guide thy course 

Through life's uncertain sea, 
Till thou art landed on the shore 
Of blessed eternity. 

4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose 

The path of heavenly truth \ — 
The earth affords no lovelier sight, 
Than a religious youth, 

65. Early Piety. C. M. 

Ballerma. Watts. 

1 Happy the child, whose early years 

Receive instruction well ; 
Who hates the sinner's path, and fears 
The road that leads to hell. 

2 When we devote our youth to God, 

'T is pleasing in his eyes ; 
A flower when offered in the bud 
Is no vain sacrifice. 



THE WAYS OF WISDOM. 66. 

3 'T is easier work if we begin 

To fear the Lord betimes, 
While sinners, who grow old in sin, 
Are hardened in their crimes. 

4 'T will save us from a thousand snares 

To mind religion young ; 
Grace will preserve our following years, 
And make our virtues strong. 

5 To thee, Almighty God, to thee 

Our childhood we resign ; 
'T will please us to look back, and see 
That our whole lives were thine. 

6 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise 

Employ our youngest breath ; — 
Thus we 're prepared for longer days, 
Or fit for early death. 



66. The Ways of Wisdom. C. M. 

Litchfield. 

1 How happy is the child, who hears 

Instruction's faithful voice, 
And who celestial wisdom makes 
His early, only choice ! 

2 For she has treasures greater far 

Than east or west unfold ; 
And her rewards more precious are 
Than all their stores of gold. 

3 She guides the young with innocence 

In pleasure's path to tread ; 
A crown of glory she bestows 
Upon the hoary head. 



67, 68. THE BIBLE. 

4 According as her labors rise, 
So her rewards increase ; 
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
And all her paths are peace. 



67. The Bible. C. M. 

Peterboro'. Watts. 

1 How shall the young secure their hearts, 

And guard their ]ives from sin? 
Thy word the choicest rules imparts, 
To keep the conscience clean* 

2 When once it enters to the mind, 

It spreads such light abroad, 
The meanest souls instruction find, 
And raise their thoughts to God. 

3 'T is like the sun, a heavenly light, 

That guides us all the day ; 
And, through the dangers of the night, 
A lamp to lead our way. 

4 Thy word is everlasting truth ; 

How pure is every page ! 
That holy book shall guide our youth, 
And well support our age. 



68. The Bible. C. M 

Clarendon. Cowper. 

1 The Spirit breathes upon the word, 

And brings the truth to sight ; 
Precepts and promises afford 
A sanctifying light. 

2 A glory gilds the sacred page, 

Slajestic like the sun ! 



PROPHECY AND INSPIRATION. 69. 

It gives a light to every age : 
It gives, but borrows none. 

3 The hand that gave it still supplies 

The gracious light and heat ; 

Its truths upon the nation rise. 
They rise, but never set. 

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine. 

For such a bright display. 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

5 My soul rejoices to pursue 

The steps of him I love. 

Till glory break upon my view 
In brighter worlds above. 



69. Prophecy and Inspiration. L. M. 

Duke $::eet. Watts. 

1 ' T was by an :-r " ~r from the Lord. 
The ancient prr-phets spoke his word: 
His Spirit did -heir tongues inspire. 
And warmed their hearts with holy fire. 

9 The works and wonders which they wrought 
Confirmed the messages they brought: 
The prophet's pen succeeds his breath. 
To save the holy words from death. 

3 Great God ! mine eyes with wonder look 
On the blest volume of thy book ; 

There my Redeemer'? face I see. 
And read his name who died for me. 

4 Let the 3fi of the m 

Be lost, and vanished in the wind: 
Here I can rlx my hope secure : 
This is thy word, and must endure. 



70, 71. REMEMBER THY CREATOR. 



70. Remember thy Creator. 7's & 6's M. 

Yarmouth. 

1 Remember thy Creator, 

While youth's fair spring is bright, 
Before thy cares are greater, 

Before comes age's night ; 
While yet the sun shines o'er thee, 

While stars the darkness cheer, 
While life is all before thee, 

Thy great Creator fear. 

2 Remember thy Creator, 

Before the dust returns 
To earth, its kindred nature, 

And life's last ember burns, — 
Before, with God who gave it, 

The spirit shall appear, — 
He cries, who died to save it, 

Thy great Creator fear. 



71. Trust in God. C. M. 

Clarendon. 

1 Now that my journey 's just begun, 

My road so little trod, 
I '11 come, before I further run, 
And give myself to God. 

2 What sorrows may my steps attend, 

I never can foretell ; 
But if the Lord will be my friend, 
I know that all is well. 

3 If all my earthly friends should die, 

And leave me mourning here, 
Since God can hear the orphans cry, 
O what have I to fear ? 



A CHILES FRAYER. 72, 73. 

4 If I am poor, he can supply, 

Who has my table spread, 
Who feeds the ravens when they cry, 
And fills his poor with bread. 

5 If I am rich, he '11 guard my heart, 

Temptation to withstand ; 

And make me willing to impart 

The bounties of his hand. 

6 But, Lord, whatever grief or ill 

For me may be in store, 
Make me submissive to thy will, 
And I would ask no more. 



72. A Child's Prayer. C. U. 

Arlington. 

1 Lord, teach a little child to pray, 

And O accept my prayer ; 
Thou canst hear all the words I say, 
For thou art everywhere* 

2 A little sparrow cannot fall 

Unnoticed, Lord, by thee ; 
And though I am so young and small, 
Thou dost take care of me. 

3 Teach me to do what e'er is right, 

And when I sin, forgive ; 
And make it still my chief delight 
To serve thee while I live. 



73* The Example of Jesus. 7's M* 

Turin. 
1 Jesus, when a little child, 

Taiight us what we ought to b 



74. THE EXAMPLE OF JESUS. 

Holy, harmless, undefiled, 

Was the Saviour's infancy : 
All the Father's glory shone 
In the person of his Son. 

2 As in age and strength he grew, 

Heavenly wisdom rilled his breast ; 
Crowds attentive round him drew, 

Wondering at their infant guest ; 
Gazed upon his beaming face, 
Saw him full of truth and grace. 

3 In his heavenly Father's house, 

Jesus loved to spend his days ; 
There he paid his solemn vows, 

There proclaimed his Father's praise : 
Thus it was his lot to gain 
Favor both with God and man. 

4 Father, guide our steps aright 

In the way that Jesus trod ; 
May it be our chief delight 

To obey thy will, O God ! 
Then to us shall soon be given 
Endless bliss with Christ in heaven. 



74. The Example of Jesus. C. M, 

Ballerma. Enfield. 

1 Behold where, in a mortal form, 

Appears each grace divine ; 
The virtues all in Jesus met, 
With mildest radiance shine. 

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, 

To give the mourner joy, 
To preach glad tidings to the poor, 
Was his divine employ. 



FORGIVENESS OF INJURIES. 75, 

3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, 

Patient and meek he stood ; 
His foes ungrateful sought his life ; 
He labored for their good. 

4 In the last hour of deep distress, 

Before his Father's throne, 
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, 
" Thy will, not mine, be done !" 

5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ! 

His image may we be^r ! 

O may we tread his holy steps, 

His joy and glory share ! 



75. Jesus, the Example of Forgive- C. M 

ness. 

Medfield. J. Taylor. 

1 When, for some little insult given, 

My angry passions rise, 
I '11 think how Jesus came from heaven, 
And bore his injuries. 

2 He was insulted every day, 

Though all his words were kind ; 
But nothing men could do or say 
Disturbed his heavenly mind. 

3 Not all the wicked scoffs he heard 

Against the truths he taught, 
Excited one reviling word, 
Or one revengeful thought. 

4 And when upon the cross he bled, 

With all his foes in view, 
" Father, forgive their sins," he said ; 
" They know not what they do." 



"76, 77-. THE EX^MFLE OF JESUS* 

5 Blest Jesus, may I learn of thee 
My temper to amend : 
And speak the pardoning word for me, 
Whenever I offend. 



If 6. The Example of Jesus. L, M. 

Wells. Walls. 

1 Mr dear Redeemer and my Lord, 
I read my duty in thy word ; 
But in thy life thy law appears 
Drawn out in living characters. 

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
Such deference to thy father's will, 
Such love, and meekness so divine, 

I would transcribe and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; 
The desert thy temptations knew, 
Thy conflict and thy victory too. 

4 Be thou my pattern : may I bear 
More of thy gracious image here ; 
Then God the Judge, shall own my name 
Amongf the followers of the Lamb. 



"77, Example of Jesus. L. M 

Blend on. Mrs Sleek. 

1 And is the gospel, peace and love ? 

Such let our conversation be ; 

The serpent blended with the dove, 

Wisdom and meek simplicity. 

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, 

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife 



JESUS, OUR GUIDE. 78. 

On Jesus let us fix our eyes, 

Bright pattern of the Christian life. 

3 O how benevolent and kind! 

How mild ! how ready to forgive ! 
Be this the temper of our mind, 

And these the rules by which we live. 

4 To do his heavenly Fathers will 

Was his employment and delight r 
Humility and holy zeal 

Shone through his life divinely bright. 



78. Jesus our Guide. 7's M. 

Pleyel-'s Hymn. Furness. 

1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I 
Learn to live, and learn to die ? 
Who, O God, my guide shall be ? 
Who shall lead thy child to thee ?- 

2 Blessed Father, Gracious One 1 
Thou hast sent thy holy son ; 
He will give the light I need, 
He my trembling steps will lead. 

3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,. 
Let me ever lean on him ; 

From his precepts wisdom draw, 
- Make his life my solemn law. 

4 Thus in deed, and thought, and word* 
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord, 

In my weakness, thus shall I 
Learn to live, and learn to die ; — 

5 Learn to live in peace and love, 
Like the perfect ones above ; — 
Learn to die, without a fear, 
Feeling thee, mv Father, near. 



79, 80. THE MISSION OF JESUS. 



79. A Morning Hymn. 8's & 7's M. 

Greenville. 

1 When the joyous day is dawning, 

And the happy light we see, 
We who live in life's pure morning, 
Father, would remember thee. 

2 While in quiet we were sleeping, 

Kindly, though we knew it not, 
Thou a guardian watch wert keeping ; 
Never is thy child forgot 

3 Now another day is given, 

With thy love, may it be blest; 
May we think of Thee and Heaven, 
Of that purer, better rest. 

4 Jesus, who was good and holy, 

When a child, remembered Thee, 
Gentle, mild, forgiving, lowly, 
He has said that we must be. 



80. The Mission of Jesus. C. M. 

Woodstock. \V. B. O. Peahody. 

1 The Son of God came down from heaven 

The erring world to save ; — 
He says, " Repent and be forgiven, 
And live beyond the grave." 

2 By temper holy and serene, 

He won his Father's love, 

And though superior far to men, 

Was harmless as the dove. 



THE LOVE OF JESUS. 81. 



3 He raised the dying from the bed, 

He caused the blind to see ; 
He made the tombs give up their dead, 
And set the prisoner free. 

4 They nailed him to the cross, and there 

Deep insult on him threw, 
And yet "Forgive them," was his prayer, 
" They know not what they do." 

5 No wonder darkness reigned around 

When such a heart grew cold ; 

No wonder o'er the guilty ground 

The angry earthquake rolled. 



81. The Love of Jesus. S. M. 

Boylston. W. B. O. Peabody. 

1 For us God's blessed So> T , 

From childhood to the grave, 
Was poorer than the humblest one 
Of those he came to save. 

2 For us he was distrest, 

And many a tear he shed : 
And had, in his few hours of rest, 
Not where to lay his head. 

3 For us the Saviour died 

In weariness and pain ; 
And God forbid the crimson tide 
Should be poured out in vain ! 

4 He rested in the tomb, 

Where mouldering bodies lie, 
Till the third morning broke the gloom, 
And he ascended high. 
5* 



82, 83. COMING OF CHRIST. 

5 Now in the heaven above 
He sits beside the throne, 
And there implores his Father's love 
For those who wronged his own. 



82. Coming of Christ. C. M. 

Arundel. Doddridge. 

1 Hark the glad sound ! the Saviour comes ! 

The Saviour promised long ! 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song. 

2 On him the spirit, largely poured, 

Exerts its sacred fire, 
Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love, 
His holy breast inspire. 

3 He comes from thickest films of vice 

To clear the mental ray ; 
And on the eye-balls of the blind 
To pour celestial day. 

4 He comes the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure ; 
And with the treasures of his grace 
T' enrich the humble poor. 

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 

Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 



83. , Song of the Herald Angels. S's&Vs M. 

Greenville. Cawood. 

1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, 
Sweetly sounding through the skies ? 



BIRTH OF CHRIST. 84. 

Lo ! the angelic host rejoices : 
Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 

2 Listen to the wondVous story. 

Which they chant in hymns of joy; 
'•Glory in the highest glory! 
Glory be to God most high ! 

3 ''Peace on earth, good will from heaven, 

Reaching far as man is found : 
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven : 
Loud our golden harps shall sound. 

4 " Christ is born, the great anointed ; 

Heaven and earth his praises sing ! 
O receive, whom God appointed 

For your Prophet, Priest and King." 

5 Let us learn the wond'rous story 

Of our great Redeemer's birth ; 
Spread the brightness of his glory 
Till it cover all the earth. 



84. Birth of Jesus, C. M. 

Cambridge. Patrick. 

1 While shepherds watched their flocks by night 
All seated on the ground, 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

2 ;> Fear not." said he, — for mighty dread 

Had seized their troubled mind, — 
" Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
To you and all mankind. 

3 "To you, in David's town, this day 

Is born of David's line,. 
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord' 
And this shall be the si^n : 



85. COMING OF CHRIST. 

4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find 

To human view displayed, 
All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, 
And in a manger laid," 

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 

Appeared a shining throng 
Of angels' praising God, and thus 
Address'd their joyful song : 

6 " All glory be to God on high, 

And to the earth be peace ! 
Good will henceforth, from heaven to men, 
Begin and never cease." 



85, Coming of Christ. 7's & 6's M. 

Yarmouth. Montgomery. 

1 Hail to the Lord's anointed ! 

Great David's greater Son ; 
Hail, in the time appointed, 

His reign on earth begun. 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free, 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

2 Before him, on the mountains, 

Shall Peace the herald go ; 
And righteousness in fountains 

From hill to valley flow. 
For him shall prayer unceasing, 

And daily vows ascend ; 
His kingdom still increasing, 

A kingdom without end. 

3 O'er every foe victorious, 

He on his throne shall rest, 



CHRISTMAS HYMN. 86. 

From age to age more glorious, 

All blessing and all blest. 
The tide of time shall never 

His covenant remove, — 
His name shall stand forever ; 

That name to us is Love ! 



86. Christmas Hymn. C. 3VL 

Woodstock. Heber. 

1 Oh Saviour, whom this holy morn 

Gave to our world below ; 

To mortal want and labor born, 

And more than mortal wo ! 

2 Incarnate Word ! by every grief, 

By each temptation tried, 
Who lived to yield our ills relief, 
And to redeem us died ! 

3 If gaily clothed and proudly fed, 

In dangerous wealth we dwell, 
Remind us of thy manger bed, 
And lowly cottage cell ! 

4 If prest by poverty severe, 

Tn lonely want we pine, 
Oh may thy spirit whisper near, 
How poor a lot was thine ! 

5 Through fickle fortune's various scene 

From sin preserve us free ! 
Like us thou hast a mourner been. 
May we rejoice with thee ! 



87, 88. NOT ASHAMED OF JESUS, 



87. Humility of Jesus. C. M. 

Dundee. 

1 When Jesus left his Father's throne, 

He chose an humble birth ; 
And all unhonored and unknown, 
He came to dwell on earth. 

2 Like him may we be found below, 

In wisdom's path of peace ; 
Like him in grace and knowledge grow, 
As years and strength increase. 

3 Sweet were his words, and kind his look, 

When mothers round him pressed; 
Their infants in his arms he took, 
And on his bosom blessed. 

4; Safe from the world's alluring charms, 
Beneath his watchful eye, 
Thus in the circle of his arms 
May we for ever lie. 



88. Not ashamed of Jesus. L. M. 

Blendon. Gregg. 

1 Jesus ! and can it ever be 

That I should be ashamed of thee ? 
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine through endless days ! 

2 Ashamed of J esus ! Sooner far 
Let evening blush to own its star; 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend? 



JESUS' DYING PRECEPT. 89, 90. 

No ! when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name. 

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! Yes, I may, 
When I 've no guilt to wash away, — 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to hush, no soul to save. 

5 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, 
Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! 
And O may this my glory be, 
Jesus is not ashamed of me ! 



89. Jesus teaching the People. L. M . 

Ward Bowring. 

1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 

From lips of gentleness and grace, 
When listening thousands gathered round, 
And joy and reverence filled the place ! 

2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, 

To heaven he led his followers' way ; 
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, 
Unveiling an immortal day. 

3. " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, 
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest !" 
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
Obev thee, love thee, and be blest. 



90. Jesus' 1 Dying Precept. C. M, 

Litchfield. Mrs. Barbauld. 

l Behold where, breathing love divine, 
Our dying Master stands ; 
His weeping followers, gathering round, 
Receive his last commands. 



91, THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. 

2 From that mild teacher's parting lips 

What tender accents fell ! 
The gentle precept which he gave, 
Became its author well. 

3 " Blest is the man, whose softening heart 

Feels all another's pain ; 
To whom the supplicating eye 
Was never raised in vain, — * 

4 "Whose breast expands with generous warmth, 

A stranger's woes to feel ; 
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 
He wants the power to heal. 

5 " Peace from the bosom of his Lord, 

My peace to him I give ; 
And when he kneels before the throne, 
His trembling soul shall live. 

6 "To him protection shall be shown ; 

And mercy from above 
Descend on those who thus fulfil 
The perfect law of love." 



91. "Consider the Lilies of the Feld." C. M. 

Clarendon. Mary Howitt. 

1 God might have made the earth bring forth 

Enough for great and small, 
The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, 
Without a flower at all. 

2 We might have had enough, enough 

For every want of ours, 
For luxury, medicine, and toil, 
And yet have had no flowers. 



JESUS WITHOUT A HOME. 92. 

3 Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, 

All dyed with rainbow light, 
All fashioned with supremest grace, 
Upspringing day and night : — 

4 Springing in valleys green and low, 

And on the mountains high, 
And in the silent wilderness 
Where no man passes by ? 

5 Our outward life requires them not, — 

Then wherefore had they birth ? 
To minister delight to man, 
To beautify the earth ; 

6 To comfort man, — to whisper hope, 

Whene'er his faith is dim ; 
For who so careth for the flowers, 
Will much more care for him. 



92. The Son of Man hath not where L. M. 

to lay his head. 

Rockingham. W. Russell. 

1 On the dark wave of Galilee 

The gloom of twilight gathers fast, 
And o'er the waters drearily 
Sweeps the bleak, chilly evening blast. 

2 The weary bird hath left the air, 

And sunk into her sheltered nest ; 
The wandering beast hath sought his lair, 
And laid him down to welcome rest 

3 Still, near the lake, with weary tread, 

Lingers a form of human kind ; 
And from his lone, unshelter'd head, 
Flows the chill night damp on the wind, 

6 



93. 



THE "WIDOW OF NAIN. 



4 Why seeks not he a home of rest? 

Why seeks not he the pillow'd bed ? 

Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest,- 

He hath not where to lay his head ! 

5 Such was the lot he freely chose, 

To bless, to save the human race ; 
And, through his poverty there flows 
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. 



93. The Widow of Nain. 1 1' s & 10's M, 

Heber. 

1 Wake not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation! 

Weep not, oh widow ! weep not hopelessly ! 
Strong is his arm, the bringer of salvation, 
Strong is the word of God to succor thee ! 

2 Bear forth the cold corpse, slowly, slowly bear 

him; 

Hide his pale features with the sable pall : 

Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him : 

Widowed and childless, she has lost her all ! 

3 Why pause the mourners ? who forbids their 

weeping ? 

Who the dark pomp of sorrow hath delayed ? 

"Set down the bier, — he is not dead but sleeping ! 

Young man, arise!" — He spake, and was 

obey'd ! 

4 Change, then, oh sad one ! grief to exultation, 

Worship, and fall before Messiah's knee. 
Strong was his arm, the bringer of salvation, 
Strong was the word of God to succor thee ! 



HE HATH BORNE OUR GRIEFS. 94, 95. 

94. " Lo ! It is I, be not afraid:' L. M. 
Hebron. Sir J. E. Smith. 

1 When power divine, in mortal form, 
Hushed, with a word, the raging storm, 
In soothing accents Jesus said, 
" Lo ! it is I, — be not afraid." 

_ 2 So when in silence nature sleeps, 

And his lone watch the mourner keeps, 
This thought shall every fear remove, — 
Trust, feeble man, thy maker's love. 

3 God calms the tumult and the storm ; 
He rules the seraph and the worm ; 
No creature is by him forgot, 

Of those who know or know him not. 

4 And when the last dread hour shall come, 
And shuddering nature waits her doom, 
This voice shall wake the pious dead, — 

" Lo ! it is I, — be not afraid." 



95. " He hath borne our griefs." 6 1. L. M. 

Eaton. Grant. 

1 When gathering clouds around I view, 
And days are dark, and friends are few, 
On Him I lean, who, not in vain, 
Experienced every human pain ; 

He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
And counts and treasures up my tears. 

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
From heavenly virtue's narrow way, 
To fly the good I should pursue, 

Or do the sin I should not do ; 
Still he, who felt temptation's power, 
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 



96. JESUS STILLING THE TEMPEST. 

3 When mourning o'er some stone I bend, 
Which covers all that was a friend ; 
And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 

. Divides me for a little while ; 

Thou, Saviour, market the tears I shed, 
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 

4 And O, when I have safely past 
Through every conflict but the last, 
Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
My painful bed, for thou hast died ; 
Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
And wipe the latest tear away. 



96. Jesus Stilling the Tempest. C. M. 

Woodstock. Mrs Hemans. 

1 Fear was within the tossing bark, 

When stormy winds grew loud, 
And waves came rolling high and dark, 
And the tall mast was bowed. 

2 A ad men stood breathless in their dread, 

And baffled in their skill, — 
But One was there, who rose and said 
To the wild sea, "Be still!" 

3 And the wind ceased, — it ceased ! — that word 

Passed through the stormy sky ; 
The troubled billows knew their Lord, 
And sank beneath his eye. 

4 And slumber settled on the deep, 

And silence on the blast, 
As when the righteous falls asleep, 
When death's fierce throes are passed. 

5 Thou, that didst bow the billow's pride, 

Subdue us to thy will, — 



SEE HOW HE LOVED. ^ })7, 98. 

Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, 
Speak and say, — "Peace, be still # /- 



97. " He was despised and rejected **jJC. M. * 
of Men:' 

Dundee. 

1 The Saviour comes ! no outward pomp 

Bespeaks his presence nigh ! 
No earthly beauties in him shine, « 

To draw the carnal eye. 

2 Fair as a blooming, tender flower, 

Amidst the desert grows ; 
So, slighted and despised by man, 
The heavenly Saviour rose. 

3 With sinners in the dust he lay, 

The rich a grave supplied, * 
Unspotted was his blameless life, 
Unstained by sin he died. 

4 He died to bear the guilt of men, 

That sin might be forgiven ; 
He lives to bless them, and defend, 
And plead their cause in heaven. 



98. "See how he KA^." L. M. 



+ 



Effingham. 

1 " See how he loved !" exclaimed the Jews, 

As tender tears from Jesus fell ; 
My grateful heart the thought pursues, 
And on the theme delights to dwell. 

2 See how he loved, who travelled on 

Teaching the doctrine from the skies ; 

6* 



99. HOSANNAS. 

Who bade disease and pain be gone, 
And called the sleeping dead to rise. 

3 See how he loved, who, firm, yet mild, 

Patient endured the scoffing tongue ; 
Though oft provoked, he ne'er reviled, 
Nor did his greatest foe a wrong. 

4 See how he loved, who never shrank 

From toil or danger, pain or death ; 
Who all the cup of sorrow drank, 
And meekly yielded up his breath. 

5 Such love can we unmoved survey ? 

O may our breasts with ardor glow, 
To tread his steps, his laws obey, 
And thus our warm affection show ! 



99. Hosannas of Children in the 7 & 6's M. 
Temple. 

Yarmouth. 

1 When, his salvation bringing, 

To Zion Jesus came, 
The children all stood singing 

Hosanna to his name. 
Nor did their zeal offend him, 

But as he rode along, 
He bade them still attend him, 

And smiled to hear their song. 

2 And since the Lord retaineth 

His love for children still, 
Though now as King he reigneth 
I On Z ion's heavenly hill, 

We '11 flock around his banner, 

Who sits upon the throne ; 
And cry aloud, " Hosanna 

To David's royal Son." 



LOVE TO JESUS. 100, 101. 

For should we fail proclaiming, 

Our great Redeemer's praise, 
The stones, our silence shaming, 

Might well hosanna raise. 
But shall we only render 

The tribute of our words ? 
No ! while our hearts are tender, 

They, too, shall be the Lord's. 



100. " Her sins are forgiven ; for she C. M. 
loved much" 

Ballerma. ' Moore. 

1 Were not the sinful Mary's tears 

An offering meet for heaven, 
When o'er the faults of former years 
She wept and was forgiven, — 

2 When, gathering every balmy sweet 

Her days of luxury stored, 
She, on the Saviours hallowed feet, 
The precious ointment poured, — 

3 And wiped them with that golden hair. 

Where once the diamond shone, 
Where now the gems of grief appear, 
That shine for God alone ? 

4 Oh thou, who dost in error sleep, 

Say, wouldst thou wake in heaven ? 
L^ke Mary kneel, like Mary weep, 
Love much, and be forgiven. 



101. Love to Jesus. C. M. 

Arlington. Doddridge. 

1 Jf.sus, I love thy glorious name ; 
'T is music to my ear : 



102. GETHSEMANE. 

Fain would I sound it out so loud 
That heaven and earth might hear. 

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 

My treasure and my trust; 
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust 

3 All my capacious powers can wish, 

In thee doth richly meet ; 
Not to my eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

4 I '11 speak the honors of thy name 

With my last lab'ring breath ; 
Then speechless give my soul to thee, 
The conqueror of death. 



102. Gethsemane. L. M. 

Effingham. 

1 'T is midnight, — and on Olive's brow 

The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 
'T is midnight, in the garden now, 
The suffering Saviour prays alone. 

2 'T is midnight, — and from all removed, 

Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears ; 
E'en the disciple that he loved 

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 

3 'T is midnight, — and for others' guilt, 

The man of sorrows weeps in blood ; 
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt, 
Is not forsaken of his God. 

4 'T is midnight, — and from ether plains 

Is borne the song that angels know ; 



JESUS OUR REFUGE. 103, 104. 

Unheard by mortals are the strains 
That sweetly soothe the Saviours wo. 



103. Getlisemane. ll's M. 

St. Dennis. Marie de FJenry. 

1 Thou sweet gliding Kedron. by thy silver stream 
Our Saviour would linger in moonlight's soft 

beam : 
And by thy bright waters would oftentimes 

stray. 
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day. 

2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head 1 
How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed! 
The angels astonished, grew sad at the sight, 
And followed their Master with solemn delight. 

3 O garden of Olivet, dear honored spot, 

The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot; 
The theme most transporting to seraphs above, 
The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love. 

4 Come, saints, and adore him, come bow at his 

feet: 
O give him the glory, the praise that is meet ; 
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise. 
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. 



104. Jesus our refuge from the 7VM. 

storms of life. 
Hotham. 
1 Jesus, lover of my soul. 
Let me to thy bosom rly : 
While the billows near me roll, 
While the tempest still is high ! 



105. JESUS OUR EXAMPLE IN SUFFERING. 

2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 

Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide, 
O receive my soul at last ! 

3 Other refuge have I none, 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
Leave, oh ! leave me not alone, 
Still support and comfort me ! 

4 All my trust on thee is stayed, 

All my help from thee I bring ; 
Cover my defenceless head 
With the shadow of thy wing. 

5 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 

Grace to pardon all my sin ; 
Let the healing streams abound, 
Make and keep me pure within. 



105. Jesus our Example in Suffering. 7's M. 
Palmer. Montgomery. 

1 Go to dark Gethsemane, 

Ye that feel temptation's power, 
Your Redeemer's conflict see, 

Watch with him one bitter hour. 
Turn not from his griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

2 Follow to the judgment hall, 

View the Lord of life arraigned. 
O the wormwood and the gall ! 

O the pangs his soul sustained. 
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; 
Learn of him to bear the cross. 

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; 

There, admiring at his feet, 



GOD^S MIRACLES IN JESUS. 106. 

Mark that miracle of time, 

God's own sacrifice complete. 
" It is finished," hear him cry ; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 

Early hasten to the tomb 

Where they laid his breathless clay ; 
All is solitude and gloom ; 

Who has taken him away ? 
Christ is risen ; he meets our eyes, 
Saviour, teach us so to rise. 



106. God\s Miracles in Jesus. L. M. 

Duke Street. Watts. 

1 Behold the blind their sight receive ! 
Behold the dead awake and live ! 

The dumb speak wonders ! and the lame 
Leap like the hart, and bless his name ! 

2 Thus doth the eternal Spirit own 
And seal the mission of his Son ; 
The Father vindicates his cause, 
While he hangs bleeding on the cross. 

3 He dies ! the heavens in mourning stood ; 
He rises ! and appears with God : 
Behold the Lord ascending high, 

No more to bleed, no more to die ! 

4 Hence and forever from my heart 
I bid my doubts and fears depart ; 
And to those hands my soul resign, 
Which bear credentials so divine. 



107, 108. THE SUFFERINGS OF JESUS. 

107. The Sufferings of Jesus. L. M. 

Wells. Montgomery. 

1 The morning dawns upon the place 

Where Jesus spent the night in prayer : 
Through yielding glooms behold his face, 
Nor form, nor comeliness is there. 

2 Last eve, by those he called his own, 

Betrayed, forsaken, or denied, 
He met his enemies alone, 

In all their malice, rage, and pride. 

3 No guile within his mouth is found, 

He neither threatens nor complains ; 
Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, 
Dumb midst his murderers he remains. 

4 But hark ! He prays, — 't is for his foes ; 

He speaks, — 't is comfort to his friends ; 
Answers, — and Paradise bestows ; 
He bows his head ; the conflict ends. 

5 Truly this was the Son of God, 

Though in a servant's mean disguise, 
And bruised beneath the Father's rod ; 
Not for himself, — for man he dies. 

108. Death of Jesus. S. M. 

Olmutz. Doddridge. 

1 Behold the amazing sight, 

The Saviour lifted high ! 
Behold the Son of God's delight 
Expire in agony ! 

2 For whom, for whom, my heart, 

Were all these sorrows borne ? 



LOVE OF JESUS. 109, 

Why did he feel that piercing smart, 
And meet that various scorn ? 

3 For love of us he bled, 

And all in torture died ; 
'T was love that bowed his fainting head* 
And oped his gushing side. 

4 I see, and I adore ; 

In sympathy of love 5 
I feel the strong attractive power 
To lift my soul above. 

5 In thee our hearts unite, 

Nor share thy griefs alone ; 
But from thy cross pursue their flight 
To thy triumphant throne. 



109. That ye through his poverty C. M. 

might be made rich 

Dorchester. Mrs Steele. 

1 Then shone Almighty power and love, 

In all their glorious plan, 
When Christ descended from above 
To dwell with sinful man. 

2 To heal the misery below, 

The Saviour left the skies ; 
And sank to poverty and wo, 
That wretched man might rise, 

3 Adoring angels tuned their songs 

To hail the joyful day ; 
With rapture then let mortal tongues 
Their grateful homage pay. 



110, 111. PRAISE FOR REDEMPTION. 



110, * It is finished:' 8's, 7's & 4's ML 

Oliphant. 

1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 

Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
See, it rends the rocks asunder, 

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky ! 

It is finished ! 
Hear the dying Saviour cry. 

2 It is finished, — O what pleasure 

Do these precious words afford ! 
Heavenly blessings without measure 
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord ; 

It is finished ! 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 

Join to sing the pleasing theme ; 
All on earth and all in heaven, 
Join to praise Immanuel's name ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 

111. Praise for Redemption, C. M, 

Cambridge. Watts. 

1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 

With angels round the throne ; 
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
But all their joys are one. 

2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, 

To be exalted thus ! 
Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, 
For he was slain for us. 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 

Honor and power divine ; 



THE RESURRECTION. 112, 113. 

And blessings more than we can give 
Be, Lord, forever thine. 

4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 
And air, and earth, and seas, 
Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
And speak thine endless praise. 



112. The Resurrection. IPs IVL 

H in Ion. 

1 Sweet spiees they brought on their star-lighted 

way, 
And came to the grave by the dawning of day. 
"But who will the stone from the sepulchre 

roll ?" 
They said, as the tear from their weeping eyes 

stole. 

2 The stone is removed, and the Saviour is gone :— - 
Oh hail, ye disciples, this bright Sabbath morii. 
Lift, lift your glad voices in triumph on high ; 
Your Master has risen, and ye shall not die. 

3 May Christ now appear, as to Mary he came, 
And iill every bosom with piety's flame ; 
Then heaven's bright glories we soon shall ob- 
tain, 

Nor sabbaths so peaceful be useless and vain. 



113. The Resurrection. 7's M. 

Southampton. Scott. 

1 Angels, roll the rock away, 
Death, give up thy mighty prey ; 
See, he rises from the tomb ! 
Shining in immortal bloom* 



114, THE RESURRECTION.. 

2 *T is the Saviour ! angels, raise 
Your triumphant song of praise ; 
Let the heaven's remotest bound 
Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes ; 
Now, to glory see him rise ! 
Mark his progress through the sky 
To the radiant world on high. 

4 Heaven unfolds her crystal gate ; 
Enter in thy royal state ; 

King of Glory, mount thy throne, 
'T is thy Father's, and thine own. 

5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, 
Strike with awe your golden lyres ;~ 
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song, 
Let the strains be loud and long. 



114, The Resurrection, S. M. 

Troas, Kelly. 

1 The Lord is risen indeed ! 
And are the tidings true ? 

Yes, we beheld the Saviour bleed, 
And saw him living too. 

2 The Lord is risen indeed ! 
Then death has lost his prey ; 

With him shall rise the ransomed seed, 
To reign in endless day. 

3 The Lord is risen indeed ! 
Attending angels, hear ; 

Up to the 2 courts of heaven, with speed, 
The joyful tidings bear. 



JESUS DYING AND RISING. 115, 116. 

4 Then take your golden lyres, 
And strike each cheerful chord ; 

Join all the bright celestial choirs 
To sing our risen Lord. 



115. Jesus Dying and Rising. L. M. 

Wells for 1 & 2, Uxbridge for 3 & 4. Watts. 

1 He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ! 
Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ; 
A solemn darkness veils the skies ; 

A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 

2 Here's love and grief beyond degree ; 
The Lord of glory dies for men ; 

But lo, what sudden joys Ave see ! 
Jesus, the dead, revives again ! 

3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb ; 
The tomb in vain forbids his rise ; 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 
And shout him welcome to the skies. 

4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
How high your great Deliverer reigns ; 
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, 
And led the monster death in chains. 



1 16, Gratitude to Jesus. 8's & 7's M. 

Greenville. 

1 Jesus, Lord of life and glory, 

Friend of children, hear our lays ; 

Humbly would our souls adore thee, 

Sing thy name in hymns of praise, 

2 We are debtors to thy kindness, 

Lord of grace, and boundless love ; 

7* 



117, JESUS APPEARING; 

Thousands wander on in blindness, 
Strangers to the light above. 

3 But 't is ours to read the pages, 

Where the rays of glory glow ; 
And, through everlasting ages, 
We aspire thy bliss to know. 

4 Jesus, on thine arm relying, 

We would tread this earthly vale ; 
Be our life, when we are dying ;-— 

Be our strength, when strength shall fail 



11?. Jesus appearing to his Disciples. C. ML 
Woodstock. Montgomery. 

1 On the first Christian Sabbath eve, 

When his disciples met, 
O'er his lost fellowship to grieve, 
Nor knew the scripture yet 

2 Lo, in their midst his form was seen, 

The form in which he died ; 
Their Master's marred and wounded mieri* 
His hands, his feet, his side. 

3 Then were they glad their Lord to know^ 

And hailed him, yet with fear ; — 
Jesus, again thy presence show ; 
Meet thy disciples here. 

4 Be in our midst ; let faith rejoice 

Our risen Lord to view, 
And make our spirits hear thy voice 
Say, " Peace be unto you." 

5 And while with thee in social hours. 

We commune through thy word, 
May our hearts burn, and all our powers 
Confess, w It is the Lord." 



JESUS CROWNED* 118, 119. 

118. Love to Jesus. L. Mu 

Medway. 

1 When Jesus Christ was here below, 
And spread his works of love abroad, 
If I had lived so long ago, 

Oh should not I have loved the Lord ? 

2 Jesus, who was so very kind, 
Who came to pardon sinful men, 

Who healed the sick, and cured the blind,-— 
Oh should not I have loved him then ? 

3 But where is Jesus ? is he dead ? 
Oh no, he lives in heaven above ; 
And, " blest are they," the Saviour said, 

" Who, though they have not seen me, love." 



119, Jesus Croicned. C. M* 

Coronation. 

1 Come, children, hail the prince of peace, 

Obey the Saviour's call ; 
Come seek his face, and taste his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

2 Ye lambs of Christ, your tribute bring. 

Ye children, great and small ; 
Hosanna sing to Christ your King, 
O ! crown him Lord of all, 

3 This Jesus will your sins forgive, 

For you he drank the gall ; 
For you he died, that you might live 
To crown him Lord of all 



4 Let every people, every tribe, 
Around this earthly ball, 



I20 f 12L ABIDE WITH us. 

To him all majesty ascribe, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

5 All hail, the Saviour, Prince of Peacev 
Let saints before him fall ; 
Let sinners seek his pard'ning grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 



120, " Abide with us, for it is L. ML 

towards Evening." 

Middleton. Keble. 

1 'T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 
Fast fading from our wistful gaze ; 
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 
The last faint pulse of quivering light 

2 Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear ! 
It is not night if thou be near : — 

O may no earth-born cloud arise, 
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 

3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eye-lids gently steep, 
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast. 

4 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without thee I cannot live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh/ 
For without thee I dare not die. 

12L Love to God. L. ML 

Hamburg. E. Taylor. 

1 " Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord, 
With all thy heart, and soul, and mind." 
So speaks :o man that sacred word, 
For counsel and reproof designed. 



MUTUAL LOVE. 122, 

2 "With all thy heart,"— no idol thing, 

Though close around the heart it twine, 
Its interposing shade must fling, 
To darken that pure love of thine. 

3 " With all thy mind," — each varied power, 

Creative fancy, musings high, 
And thoughts that glance behind, before, 
These must religion sanctify. 

4 " With soul and strength,"— thy days of ease, 

While vigor nerves each youthful limb, 
And hope and joy, and health and peace, 
All must be freely brought to him. 



122, Mutual Love. C. M. 

Dundee. Swain. 

1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 

When those who love the Lord, 
In one another's peace delight, 
Aud so fulfil his word ; — 

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 

And with him bear a part ; 
When sorrow flows from eye to eye, 
And joy from heart to heart ;— 

3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride , 

Our wishes soar above ; 
We try each other's faults to hide, 
And show a brother's love. 

4 Let love in one delightful stream, 

Through every bosom flow ; 
And union sweet, and dear esteem, 
In every action glow. 



123, 124. HUMILITY, 

123. Gratitude to Parents. 8's IVL 

Wilworth. 

1 My father, my mother, I know 

I cannot your kindness repay ; 
But I hcpe, that, as older I grow, 
I shalj learn your commands to obey. 

2 You loved me, before I could tell, 

Who it was that so tenderly smiled ; 
But new that I know it so well, 
I should be a dutiful child. 

3 But, for fear that I ever should dare 

From all your commands to depart, 
Whenever I utter a prayer, 
I'll ask for a dutiful heart 



124. Humility. Vs M. 

Wilmot. 

1 In a modest, humble mind, 

God himself will take delight ; 
But the proud and haughty find, 
They are hateful in his sight 

2 Jesus Christ was meek and mild, 

And no angry thoughts allowed ; 
O shall then a little child 

Dare to be perverse and proud ? 

3 This indeed should never be ; * 

Lord, forbid it, we entreat ; 
Grant that all may learn of thee, 
That humility is sweet. 

4 Make it shine in every part ; 

Fill us with this heavenly grace ^ 
For the young and tender heart 
Surely is its proper place* 



ANGER. 125, 126. 



125 The Worth of Time. &s & ll's M, 

Dwight. 

1 A minute, how soon it is flown ! 

And yet how important it is ! 
God calls every moment his own, 
For all our existence is his ; 
And though we may waste them in folly and play, 
He notices each that we squander away. 

2 We should not a minute despise, 

Although it so quickly is o'er ; 
We know that it rapidly flies, 
And therefore should prize it the more ; 
Another indeed may appear in its stead, 
But that precious minute forever is fled. 

3 'T is easy to squander our years 

In idleness, folly and strife ! 
But oh ! no repentance nor tears 

Can bring back one moment of life, 
Then wisely improve all of time as it goes, 
And life will be happy, and peaceful its close. 



126. Anger. L. M. 

Uxbridge. 

1 When in my heart rise angry thoughts, 

And on my tongue are words unkind, 
W T ith what strong chains, by what blest art. 
Shall I my wicked temper bind ? 

2 How shall I check the passion fierce 

My youthful bosom finds so strong, 

Which bids me utter words that pierce, 

And seeks to do my brother wrong ? 



127. 



THE GOLDEN RULE. 



3 O meek and peaceful Jesus ! then 

To thee, to thee my soul shall turn ; 
I will look up from earth and men ; 
To copy thee, my soul shall learn. 

4 Remembering thee, thou gentle one, 

How mildly thou didst bear all wrongs 
The sin of anger I shall shun, 
Nor find my temper stubborn long. 

5 A holy spell thy name shall be, 

The memory of thy peaceful life, 
And I will straightway thmk of thee, 
Whene'er my soul would rise in strife. 



127. The Golden Ride. 8's & 7's ML 

Greenville. J. Taylor. 

1 Love and kindness we may measure 

By this simple rule alone, — 
Do we mind our neighbor's pleasure 
Just as if it were our own ? 

2 Let us try to care for others, 

Nor suppose ourselves the best ; 
We should all be friends and brothers ; 
'T was the Saviour's last request 

3 His example we should borrow, 

Who descended from above, 
And endured such pain and sorrow, 
Out of tenderness and love. 

4 When the poor are unbefriended, 

When we will not pity lend, 
Christ accounts himself offended, 
Who is every creature's friend. 



KITTDNESS TO ANIMALS. 128, 129, 

5 Let us not be so ungrateful, 

Thus his goodness to reward : 
Selfishness indeed is hateful 
In the followers of the Lord. 

6 When a selfish thought would seize us, 

And our resolution break, 

Let us then remember Jesus,. 

And resist it for his sake,. 



128. Kindness to Animals. C. M, 

Dedham. Gisborn. 

1 Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside, 

Nor crush that helpless worm r 
The frame thy wayward looks deride 
Required a God to form. 

2 The common Lord of all that move, 

From whom thy being flowed, 
A portion of his boundless love 
On that poor worm bestowed. 

3 The sun, the moon, the stars he made, 

To all his creatures free ; 
And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade 
For worms as well as thee, 

4 Let them enjoy their little day, 

Their lowly bliss receive : 
O do not lightly take away 
The life thou canst not give.. . 



129. I must not sin. h, M 

Rockingham. 
1 I must not sin as many do, 
Lest I lie down in sorrow too ; 

8 



130. THE NARROW PATH. 

For God is angry every day, 
With wicked ones who go astray. 

2 From sinful words I must refrain ; 

I must not take God's name in vain ; 
I must not work, I must not play 
Upon God's holy Sabbath-day. 

3 And if my parents speak the word, 
I must obey them in the Lord ; 

Nor steal, nor lie, nor waste my days 
In idle tales and foolish plays. 



130. The Narrow Path. C. M. 

Stephens. 

1 There is a path that leads to God ; 

All others go astray ; 
Narrow, but pleasant is the road, 
And Christians love the way. 

2 It leads straight through this world of sin> 

And dangers must be past; 
But those who boldly walk therein 
Will come to heaven at last. 

3 While the broad road where thousands go 

Lies near, and opens fair ; 
And many turn aside, I know, 
To walk with sinners there. 

4 But, lest my feeble steps should slide, 

Or wander from thy way, 
Lord, condescend to be my guide, 
And I shall never stray. 



WAHT 19 SIN. 131, 132, 



131. Self- Examination. Evening. L. M. 
Hebron. Mrs Follen. 

1 Bkfore I close my eyes to-night, 

Let me myself these questions ask, — 
Have I endeavored to do right, 
Nor thought my duty was a task ? 

2 Have I been gentle, lowly, meek, 

And the small voice of conscience heard ? 
When passion tempted me to speak, 
Have I repressed the angry word ? 

3 Have I with cheerful zeal obeyed 

What my kind parents bid me do ; 
And not by word or action said 
The thing that was not strictly true ? 

4 In hard temptation's troubled hour, 

Then have I stopped to think and pray? 
That God would give my soul the power 
To chase the sinful thought away ? 

5 Oh Thou, who seest all my heart, 

Wilt thou forgive and love me still ; 
Wilt thou to me new strength impart, 
And make me love to do thy will. 



132. What is Sin ? L. M. 

Effingham. W. B. 0. Peabody. 

1 I sin, whenever I pursue 

What God commands me not to do ; 

I sin too, if I ever shun 

What he hath told me must be done. 

2 Thus have I often sinned, and still 
Offend against his holy will : 



133. ALLUREMENTS OF SIN, 

1 know my duty, but my heart 
Will from its sacred rules depart 

3 Oh ! let me then confess my sin, 
And all the faults I hide within ; 
And let my erring heart deplore 
Its follies, and do wrong no more, 

4 If I sincerely now repent, 

And trust in him whom heaven hath sent, 
He will remove the threatening rod, 
And bear me to the arms of God. 



133. Allurements of Sin, Vs M. 

Wilmot. 

1 Many voices seem to say, 

"Hither, children, — here's the way; 

Haste along, and nothing fear, 

Every pleasant thing is here r 

H Yes, — but whither would ye lead ? 
Is it happiness indeed ? 
Or a little shining show, 
Leading down to death and wo ? 

3 We were made for better things ; 
High as heaven our nature springs ; 
Like the lark that upward flies, 
We were made to seek the skies. 

4 We were made to love and fear 
The great God who placed us here; 
Made to study and fulfil 

All his good and holy will. 

5 We were made to work awhile, 
Cheerful at our work to smile ; 



JESUS "WEFT. 134, 135. 

Thinking, as we labor thus, 
Of the heaven prepared for us, 

6 So a pleasant path we'll tread, 
By the hand of Jesus led ; 
Till, from sin and sorrow freed, 
Ours is happiness indeed ! 



134. Jesus Wept. S. M, 

Boylston. Eeddome. 

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep ? 

And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears 

Angels with wonder see. 
Be thou astonished, O my soul, 
He shed those tears for thee. 

3 He wept that we might weep ; 

Each sin demands a tear: 
In heaven alone no sin is found, 
And there's no weeping there. 



135. Evening Meditations, CM. 

Woodstock. 

1 I love awhile to steal away 

From every cumb'ring care, 
And spend the hours of setting day, 
In humble, grateful prayer. 

2 I love in solitude to shed 

The penitential tear ; 
And all his promises to plead. 
Where none but God can hear. 



186. CONFESSION. 

3 I love to think on mercies past* 

And future good implore ; 
And all my cares and sorrows cast 
On him whom I adore. 

4 I love by faith to take a view 

Of brighter scenes in heaven ) 
The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 

May its departing ray 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 



136. Confession: C. M. 

Dundee. 
1 What is there, Lord, a child can do, 
Who feels with guilt opprest ? 
There 's evil, that I never knew 
Before, within my breast. 

^ My thoughts are vain, my heart is hard, 
My temper apt to rise ; . 
And when I seem upon my guard, 
It takes me by surprise. 

3 And yet if I begin to pray, 

And lift my feeble cry, 
Some thoughts of folly or of play 
Prevent me when I try. 

4 On many Sabbaths, though I've heard 

Of Jesus and of heaven, 
I've scarcely listened to thy word, 
Or prayed to be forgiven- 



PENITENCE, 137, 

O look with pity in thine eye 

Upon a heart so hard ; 
Thou wilt not slight a feeble cry, 

Or show it no regard. 



137. Penitence. 3. M, 

Olney. 

1 If Jesus Christ was sent 

To save us from our sin, 
And kindly teach us to repent, 
We should at once begin,. 

2 He says he loves to see 

A broken-hearted one ; 
He loves that childen such as we 
Should mourn the wrong we Ve done* 

3 'Tis not enough to say, 

We 're sorry and repent, 
Yet still go on from day to day 
Just as we always went. 

4 Repentance is, to leave 

The sins we loved before, 
And show that we in earnest grieve* 
By doing so no more. 

5 Lord, make us thus sincere, 

To watch as well as pray ; 
However small, however dear, 
Take all our sins away. 

6 And since the Saviour came 

To make us turn from sin, 
With holy grief and humble shame y 
We would at once begin. 



138, 139. THE WAYS OF WISDOMv 

138. Penitence. V* M. 

Pleyel's Hymn. J. Taylor. 

1 God of mercy, God of love, 

Hear our sad repentant song ; 
Sorrow dwells on every face, 
Penitence on every tongue* 

2 Deep regret for follies past, 

Talents wasted, time misspent ; 
Hearts debased by worldly cares, 
Thankless for the blessings lent ; 

3 Foolish fears and fond desires, 

Vain regrets for things as vain ; 
Lips too seldom taught to praise, 
Oft to murmur and complain. 

4 These, and every secret fault, 

Filled with grief and shame, we own , 
Humbled at thy feet we lie, 
Seeking pardon from thy throne. 

5 God of mercy, God of grace, 

Hear our sad repentant songs ; 
O restore thy suppliant race, 

Thou to whom all praise belongs. 



139, The Ways of Wisdom. C. M. 

Litchfield. 

1 Why should we spend our youthful days 

In folly and in sin, 
When wisdom shows her pleasant ways, 
And bids us walk therein ? 

2 Folly and sin our peace destroy ; 

They glitter and are past ; 



PRAYER FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT. 140, 

They yield us but a moment's joy, 
And end in death at last 

3 But, if true wisdom we possess, 

Our joys shall never cease ; 
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
And all her paths are peace. 

4 O may we, in our youthful days, 

Attend to wisdom's voice ; 
And make these holy, happy ways, 
Our own delightful choice ! 



140. Prayer for the Holy Spirit, L. 1VL 

Effingham. 

1 My Father, when I come to thee, 
I would not only bend the knee ; 
But with my spirit seek thy face,— 
With my whole heart desire thy grace, 

2 I plead the name of thy dear Son ; 
All he has said, all he has done ; 
O may I feel his love for me, 
Who died from sin to set me free ! 

3 To guide me, Lord, be ever nigh ; 
My sins forgive, my wants supply ; 
With favor crown my youthful days, 
And my whole life shall speak thy praise, 

4 Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, impart ; 
Impress thy likeness on my heart ; 
Let me obey thy truth in love, 

Till raised to dwell with thee above* 



141, 142. RESIGNATION. 



141. Resignation. C. M. 

Ballerma, Montgomery. 

1 One prayer I have, — all prayers in one, 

When I am wholly thine ; 
Thy will, my God, thy will be done, 
And let that will be mine. 

2 All-wise, Almighty, and All-good, 

In thee I firmly trust ; 
Thy ways, unknown or understood, 
Are merciful and just. 

3 May I remember that to thee 

Whate'er I have I owe ; 
And back in gratitude from me 
May all thy bounties flow. 

4 And, though thy wisdom takes away, 

Shall I arraign thy will ? 
No, let me bless thy name, and say, 
" The Lord is gracious still." 



142. The Orphan's Hymn. L. M. 

Effingham. 

1 Attune the heart to mournful strains ; 
Of wrongs and woes the song complains ; 
An orphan's voiee essays to swell 

The notes, that tears, by turns repel. 

2 Left on the world's wide waste forlorn, 
To suffering and to sorrow born, 

No guide before my steps to tread, 
Above no friendly shelter spread. 

3 Alone, amidst surrounding strife, 
And naked to the storms of life, 



the orphan's hymn, 143. 

Despair looks round with aching eyes, 
And sinking nature groans and dies, 

4 Friend of the fatherless and saint, 
Where shall I lodge my deep complaint, 
Where but with thee, whose open door 
Invites the helpless and the poor ? 

5 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, 
Yet God, my God forgets me not ; 
And he is safe, and must succeed, 

For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 



143. The Orphan's Hymn. 7s M, 

Wilmot. 

1 Whither but to- thee, O Lord, 

Shall a little orphan go ? 
Thou alone canst speak the word, 
Thou canst dry my tears of wo. 

2 O, my Father ! may I tell 

All my wants and woes to thee ? 
Every want thou knowest well, 
Every wo thine eye can see. 

3 'T was thy hand that took away 

Father, mother, from my sight ; 
Him that was my infant stay, 

Her that watched me day and night* 

4 Yet I bless thee, for I know 

Thou hast wounded me in love,— 
Weaned my heart from things below, 
That it might aspire above. 



144, 145. TIME AND ETRRMTY. 



144. Comfort in Poverty. 7s M. 

Edy field. 

1 Poor and needy though I be, 
God my Maker cares for me, 
Gives me clothing, shelter, food, 
Gives me all I have of good. 

2 He, who reigns above the sky, 
Once became as poor as I ; 

He, whose blood for me was shed, 
Had not where to lay his head. 

3 Though I labor here awhile, 
He will bless me with his smile ; 
And when this short life is past, 
I shall rest with him at last 



145. Time and Eternity. C. M. 

Stephens. 

1 How long sometimes a day appears ! 

And weeks, how long are they ! 
Months move as slow, as if the years 
Would never pass away. 

2 But even years are fleeting by, 

And soon must all be gone ; 
For day by day, as minutes fly, 
Eternity comes on. 

3 Days, months, and years must have an end ; 

Eternity has none ; 
'T will always have as long to spend, 
As when it first begun. 

4 Great God ! although I cannot tell 

How such a thing can be, 



tRAILTY OF LIFE. 146. 147. 

I humbly pray that I may dwell 
That long, long time, with thee. 



[46, Frailty of Life. S. 

OJmutz. Watts. 


M 


1 Lord, what a feeble piece 
Is this our mortal frame ! 
Our life, how poor a trifle 't is, 
That scarce deserves the name. 





2 Our moments fly apace, 

Nor will our minutes stay ; 
Just like a flood, our hasty days, 
Are sweeping us away. 

3 Well, if our days must fly, 

We '11 keep their end in sight ; 
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, 
And let them speed their flight 

4 They '11 waft us sooner o'er 

This life's tempestuous sea ; — 
Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore 
Of blest eternity. 



147. Delay not Repentance. C, M. 

Arlington. 

1 O 't is a folly and a crime 

To put religion by ; 
For now is the accepted time, 
Tomorrow we may die. 

2 Our hearts grow harder every day, 

And more depraved the mind ; 
The longer we neglect to pray, 
The less we feel inclined. 



148, 149. FRAILTY. 

3 Yet sinners trifle, young and old, 

Until the dying day ; 
Then they would give a world of gold 
To have an hour to pray. 

4 O then, lest we should perish thus, 

We would no longer wait; 
For time will soon be past with us, 
And death will fix our state. 



148. Frailty. B, M, 

Boylston. 

1 The lilies of the field, 

That quickly fade away, 
May well to us a lesson yield ; 
For we are as frail as they. 

2 Just like an early rose, 

I 've seen an infant bloom ; 
But death, perhaps, before it blows, 
Will lay it in the tomb. 

3 Then let us think on death, 

Though we are young and gay ; 
For God, who gave our life and breath, 
Can take them both away. 

4 To God, who made them all, 

Let children humbly cry ; 
And then, whenever death may call, 
They '11 be prepared to die. 



149. I would not live alway. ll's M. 

Prescott. 
1 I would not live alway: I ask not to stay, 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; 



DEATH OF A CHILD, 150, 

1 would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb ! 
Since Jesus hath lain there^ I dread not its 
gloom. 

Who, who would live alway, away from his God ? 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the 

bright plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : 

Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, 
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul, 



150. Death of a Child. C. M, 

Dundee. 

1 'T is Jesus speaks ! I fold, says he, 

These lambs within my breast ; 
Protection they shall find in me, 
In me be ever blessed. 

2 Death may the bands of life unloose, 

But can't dissolve my love ; 
Millions of infant souls compose 
The family above. 

3 Their feeble frames my power shall raise^ 
And mould with heavenly skill ; 

F 11 give them tongues to sing my praise ? 
And hands to do my will. 

4 His words the happy parents hear, 
And shout with joy divine, 

" O Saviour ! all we have and ar© 
Shall be forever thine." 



151, 152. DEATH OF A FELLOW PUPIL. 



151. Death of a Pious Child. S. M, 

Boylston. 

1 When sickness, pain, and death 

Come o'er a godly child, 
How sweetly then departs the breath ! 
The dying pang how mild ! 

2 It gently sinks to rest, 

As once it used to do 
Upon its mothers tender breast^ 
And as securely too. 

3 The spirit is not dead, 

Though low the body lies ; 
But, freed from sin and sorrow, fled 
To dwell beyond the skies. 

4 That death is but a sleep 

Beneath a Saviour's care ; 
And he will surely, safely keep 
The body resting there. 



152. Death of a Fellow Pupil C. ML 

Arlington. 

1 Death has been here, and borne away 

A brother from our side,— 

Just in the morning of his day, 

As young as we, he died. 

2 Not long ago, he filled his place, 

And sat with us to learn ; 
But he has run his mortal race, 
And never can return. 



DEATH OF A MOTHER. I S3; 

3 Perhaps our time may be as short, 

Our days may fly as fast ; 
O Lord, impress the solemn thought, 
That this may be our last ! 

4 All needful strength is thine to give ; 

To thee our souls apply 
For grace to teach us how to live, 
And make us fit to die. 



153, Death of a Mother. L. M. 

Wells. 

1 The bosom where I oft have lain, 

And slept my infant hours away, 
Will never beat for me again ; 
For it lies dead, and wrapt in clay. 

2 How many were the silent prayers 

My mother offered up for me ! 
How many were the bitter cares 

She felt, when none but God could see, 

3 Now she is gone, and high in heaven 

She sings his praise, who died for her ; 
And to her hand a harp is given, 
And she 5 s a heavenly worshipper. 

4 O let me think of all she said, 

And all the kind advice she gave ; 
And let me keep it now she 's dead, 
And sleeping in her lowly grave*, 

5 And let me choose the path she chose> 

And her 1 soon again may see, 
Beyond this world of sin and woes, 
With Jesus in eternity. 



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154. THE GRAVE. 

154. The Grave. H. ML 

Bradford. 

1 There is a grassy bed, 

A cold and gloomy cell, 
In which some youthful head, 

Reclined, will surely dwell, 
Before another pleasant spring 
The first young violets shall bring ! 

2 O if, on yonder side, 

A hand of dazzling flame 
Should bid the heavens divide, 

And write that young one's name, 
His knees would shake, his blood run cold, 
Like the Chaldean king of old. 

3 With earnest hope and fear, 

For pardon he 'd implore, 
And spend this hasty year 

As he spent none before ; 
To Jesus Christ his soul would cling* 
As the one only needful thing. 

4 Well, let the name be mine, 

(As possibly it may,) 
Great Saviour, now incline 

This thoughtless heart to pray ; 
Help me to choose the better part ; 
Help me to give thee all my heart 

5 Then though the grassy bed, 

The cold and gloomy cell, 
Should bear my youthful head, 

For me it will be well ; 
Yes, better far than dwelling here, 
Away from home another year. 



DTRGE* 155, 156. 



155. Funeral Hymn. L. M. 

Stonefieid. Watts. 

1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb ! 
Take this new treasure to thy trust, 

And give these sacred relics room, 
To slumber in thy silent dust 

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 
Invades thy bounds ; no mortal woes 

Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
While angels watch his soft repose. 

3 Thus Jesus slept ; God's dying Son 
Passed through the grave, and blessed the 

bed ; 
Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne 
The morning break, and pierce the shade. 

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! 

Attend, O earth, his sovereign word ! 
Restore thy trust, — a glorious form 
Shall then arise to meet the Lord, 



156. Dirge. 12's & IPs IVL 

Scotland. Heber, 

1 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not 

deplore thee, 

Though sorrow and darkness encompass the 
tomb : 
Thy Saviour has passed through its portal be- 
fore thee, 

And the lamp of his love is thy guide through 
the gloom. 

2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer be- 
hold thee, 

Nor tread the rough paths of the world by 
thy side ; 



157. THE DEATH OF A TEACHER; 

But the wide arms of mercy are spread to eri- 

fold thee, 

And sinners may hope, for the sinless has died. 

3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion 

forsaking, 
Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered 

long; 
But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy 

waking, 
And the sound which thou heard'st was the 

seraphim's song. 

4 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not de- 

plore thee, 

Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian 
• and guide ; 

He gaye thee, he took thee, and he will restore 
thee, 

And death has no sting, for the Saviour has 
died! 



157. The Death of a Teacher. 12's & H'sM, 

Scotland. 

1 Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore 

thee, 
The clear light of faith shall illumine thy 

road ; 
All through the dark valley shall angels watch 

o'er thee, 
And guide thee in peace to the home of thy 

God. 

2 Thy heart, while on earth, in his praises de~ 

lighted, 
Thy voice ever spoke of his fatherly love ; 



DEATH OF A PUPIL. 158, 159. 

And now, by life's shadows no longer benighted, 
Thou wilt love him, and praise him, in hea- 
ven above. 

3 And there may we meet when life shall be endedj 

All tears wiped away, and all errors forgiven, 

And there may our prayers together be blended 

In the sweet song of praise to our Master in 

heaven. 



158. The Death of a Teacher. C. M. 

Woodstock. 

1 Farewell, dear friend ! a long farewell ! 

For we shall meet no more, 
Till we are raised with thee to dwell 
On Zion's happy shore. 

2 Our friend and brother, lo ! is dead ! 

The cold and lifeless clay 
Has made in dust its silent bed, 
And there it must decay. 

3 But is he dead ? — Oh, no, he lives ! 

His happy spirit flies 
To heaven above ; and there receives 
The long expected prize. 

4 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell, — 

Soon we shall rise with thee ; 
And when we meet, no tongue can tell 
How great our joys shall be. 



159. The Death of a Pupil L. M. 

Windham. 
1 A mourning class, a vacant seat, 
Tell us that one we loved to meet 



160. DEATH OF A PUPIL, 

Will join our youthful throng no more, 
Till all these changing scenes are o'er, 

2 No more that voice we loved to hear 
Shall fill the teacher's listening ear ; 
No more its tones shall join to swell 
The songs that of a Saviour tell. 

3 That welcome face, that sparkling eye. 
And sprightly form, must buried lie ; 
Deep in the cold and silent gloom, 
The rayless night that fills the tomb. 

4 And we live on ; but none can say, 
How near or distant is the day 

When death shall at God's bidding come* 
To lay us in our narrow home. 

5 God tells us, by this mournful death, 
How vain and fleeting is our breath ; 
And bids our souls prepare to meet 
The trial of his judgment-seat 



160. The Death of a Pupil C. M< 

Woodstock. 

1 We come our Sabbath hymn to raise, 

Our humble prayer to pour ; 
One voice is hushed, its notes of praise 
Shall mingle here no more. 

2 The lips are still, the eye is dim, 

That beamed with joy and love ; 
The spirit, it hath gone to Him 
Who gave it from above. 

3 We will not weep ; for Jesus said, 

" Let little children come ;" 
But pray that our young hearts be led 
To seek that better home. 



THIS WORLD NOT OUR HOME, 161, 16.2. 



Thoughts on Death. S . M, 

Boylst.on. 

1 Let children never fear 

To leave this world of ours, 
To close their eyes to beauty here, 
And summer's fading flowers. 

2 Beyond the hills that stand 

In majesty alone, 
There is a brighter, purer land, 
And there our Father's throne, 

3 No mortal step can tread 

Upon a shore so fair ; 
No mortal voice can there be heard, 
But angel harps are there. 

4 And thither soars the soul, 

When life's brief day is done,— 
There is the destined, happy goal 
For each immortal one. 

5 Then shall we turn away, 

When God would call us home ? 
No ! let us rather gladly say, 
Lord ! at thy call we come. 



32. This World not our Home. C. 1VL 

Ballerma. 
1 I know that earth is not the home, 
Where I must always stay ; 
I only here awhile shall roam, 
Until a brighter day. 



163. HEAVEN. 

2 Earth is the school where I must learn 

To do my Father's wil^ 
That, when he calls me to return,* 
I may be with him still. 

3 Here I must purify my heart, 

My selfishness subdue. 
Father, thy gracious aid impart, 
My feeble strength renew, 

4 That I may pure and holy rise 

To meet a Father's love, 
Far, far beyond the starry skies, 
In that bright home above. 



163. Heaven. C. M. 

Jordan. Watts. 

1 There is a land of pure delight, 
Where saints immortal reign ; 
Infinite day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 

U There everlasting spring abides, 
And never-fading flowers ; 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heavenly land from ours. 

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 

Stand dressed in living green ; 
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
While Jordan rolled between. 

4 But timorous mortals start, and shrink, 

To cross the narrow sea ; 
And linger, shivering, on the brink, 
And fear to launch away. 



HOPE OF HEAVEN. 164. 16 

5 O could we make our doubts remove, 

Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
And see the Canaan that we love 
With unbeclouded eyes ; 

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 

And view the landscape o'er ; 
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 
Should fright us from the shore. 



164. Hope of Heaven. T% & 6's M. 

Amsterdam. 
1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise from transitory things 

Towards heaven, thy native place. 
Sun, and moon, and stars decay, 

Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, my soul, and haste away 
To seats prepared above. 

2 Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; 

Both speed {hem to their source : 
So the soul that 's born of God 

Pants to view his glorious face, 
Upward tends to his abode, 

To rest in his embrace. 



65. The Young in Heaven. C. M, 

Dundee. 
J What souls are those that venture near 
The throne of God to see ? 
Ten thousand happy ones, who here 
Were children such as we. 

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166. HEAVEN. 

2 Their sins the Saviour washed away, 

He made them white and clean ; 
They loved his word, they loved his day ; 
They loved him though unseen. 

3 Now, under many a grassy mound 

Their youthful bodies rest; 
But safe their happy souls are found 
Upon their Saviour's breast. 

4 O may we travel, as they trod, 

The path that leads to heaven, 
And seek forgiveness from that God, 
Who hath their sins forgiven. 

5 Blest Saviour ! hear our humble cry, 

And our young hearts renew ; 
Then raise our ransomed souls on high, 
That we may see thee too. 



166. Heaven. C. M. 

Clarendon. 

1 There is a glorious world of light 

Above the starry- sky, 
Where saints departed, clothed in white, 
Adore the Lord most high. 

2 And hark ! amid the sacred songs 

Those heavenly voices raise, 
Ten thousand, thousand infant tongues 
Unite to sing his praise. 

3 These are the hymns that we shall know, 

If Jesus we obey ; 
This is the place where we shall go, 
If found in wisdom's way. 



THE NEW JERUSALEM. 167, 168. 



167. The Neiv Jerusalem. C. M. 

Arlington. 

1 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 

Name ever dear to me ! 
When shall my labors have an end, 
In joy, and peace, and thee ? 

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls 

And pearly gates behold ? 
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 
And streets of shining gold ? 

3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 

Nor sin nor sorrow know : 
Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes, 
I onward press to you. 

4 Why should I shrink at pain and wo, 

Or feel at death dismay ? 
I 've Canaan's goodly land in view, 
And realms of endless day. 

5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 

Around my Saviour stand. ; 
And soon my friends in Christ below 
' Will join the glorious band. 

6 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 

My soul still pants for thee ; 
Then shall my labors have an end, 
When I thy joys shall see. 



168. Death of the Righteous. L. M. 

Effingham. Mrs Barbauld. 

1 How blest the righteous when he dies 4 
When sinks a weary soul to rest, 



169. THE HEAVENLY SABBATH. 

How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 

2 So fades a summer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 A holy quiet reigns around, 

„ A calm, which life nor death destroys ; 
And nought disturbs that peace profound, 
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 

Where lights and shades alternate dwell, 
How bright the unchanging morn appears ! 
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell. 

5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 

Free from its load the spirit flies ; 
While heaven and earth combine to say, 
" How blest the righteous when he dies ! n 



169. The Heavenly Sabbath. L. M. 

Hebron. Doddridge. 

1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; 
But there 's a nobler rest above : 

To that our longing souls aspire 
With ardent hope and strong desire. 

2 No more fatigue, no more distress, 

Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place ; 
No groans shall mingle with the songs, 
That warble from immortal tongues. 

3 No gloomy cares shall there annoy, 
No conscious guilt disturb our joy ; 



THE EVERLASTING SABBATH. 170, 171. 

No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

4 When shall that glorious day begin, 
Beyond the reach of death and sin, 
Whose sun shall never more decline, 
But with unfading" lustre shine ? 



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170. Song of the Redeemed. C. M. 

Nichols. Montgomery. 

1 Sing we the song of those, who stand 

Around the eternal throne, 
Of every kindred, clime and land, 
A multitude unknown. 

2 Toil, trial, suffering still await, 

On earth the pilgrim throng ; 
Yet learn we in our low estate 
The church triumphant's song. 

3 Worthy the Lamb, who once was slain. 

Cry the redeemed above, 
Blessing and honor to obtain, 
And everlasting love. 

4 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing, 

Who died our souls to save ; 
Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting ? 
Thy victory, O Grave ? 



171. The Everlasting Sabbath. 7's M. 

Bdyfield. 

ISoon will set the Sabbath sun. 
Soon the sacred day be gone ; 
But a sweeter rest remains, 
Where the glorious Saviour reigns. 



172. HEAVEN. 

2 Pleasant are the songs we raise ; 
Full of joy our notes of praise ; 
But a music sweeter far 
Breathes where angel spirits are. 

3 Shall we ever rise to dwell 
Where immortal praises swell ? 
And can children ever go 
Where eternal Sabbaths glow ? 

i Yes : — that rest our own may be, 
All the good shall Jesus see ; 
For the good a rest remains, 
Where the glorious Saviour reigns. 



172. Heaven. S. M. 

Gerar- Mrs Steele. 

1 Far from these scenes of night 

Unbounded glories rise, 
And realms of infinite delight, 
Unknown to mortal eyes. 

2 There sickness never comes ; 

There grief no more complains ; 
Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
And purest pleasure reigns. 

3 No jarring passions there 

The sons of peace molest ; 
But harmony and love sincere 
Fill every happy breast. 

4 No cloud those regions know, 

Forever bright and fair ; 
For sin, the source of mortal wo, 
Can never enter there. 



HEAVEN, 178 

5 There night is never known, 
Nor sun's faint, sickly ray ; 

But glory from the eternal throne 
Spreads everlasting day. 

6 O ! may this prospect fire 
Our hearts with ardent love ; 

May lively faith arid strong desire 
Bear every thought above, 

173. Heaven. L. JYt 

Uxbridge. W. B. O. Peabody. 

1 Oh ! when the hours of life are past, 
And death's dark shade arrives at last, 
It is not sleep, — it is not rest, 

T is glory opening to the blest. 

2 Their way to heaven was pure from sin. 
And Christ shall then receive them in ; 
There each shall wear a robe of light 
Like his, divinely fair and bright 

3 There parted hearts again shall meet 
In union holy, calm and sweet ; 
There grief find rest, and never more 
Shall sorrow call them to deplore. 

4 There angels will unite their prayers 
With spirits bright and blest as theirs, 
And light shall glance on every crown, 
From suns that never more go down. 

5 No storms shall ride the troubled air, 
No voice of passion enter there ; 
But all be peaceful as the sigh 

Of evening gales, that breathe and die> 



174. THE HEAVENLY REST. 

6 For there the God of mercy sheds 
His purest influence on their heads, 
And gilds the spirits round the throne 
With glory radiant as his own. 



174. The Heavenly Rest. P. M. 

Lanesboro'. 

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest, 

To mourning wanderers given ; 
There is a tear for souls distressed, 
A balm for every wounded breast, — 

'T is found above, in heaven. 

2 There is home for weary souls, 

By sin and sorrow driven, 
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, 

And all is drear but heaven. 

3 There faith lifts up the tearful eye, 

The heart with anguish riven ; 
And views the tempest passing by, 
The evening shadows quickly fly, 

And all serene in heaven. 

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom ; — 

And joys supreme are given. 
There rays divine disperse the gloom ; — 
Beyond the confines of the tomb, 

Appears the dawn of heaven. 



MEETING IN HEAVEN. 175, 176* 



175. Meeting of Friends in C. P. M. 

Heaven. 

Aithlone. Wesley. 

1 If death my friend and me divide, 
Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide, 

Or frown, my tears to see : 
Restrained from passionate excess, 
Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress, 

For them that rest in thee. 

2 I feel a strong immortal hope, 
Which bears my mournful spirit up, 

Beneath its mountain load : 
Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain. 
I soon shall find my friend again, 

Within the arms of God. 

3 Pass a few fleeting moments more, 
And death the blessing shall restore, 

Which death has snatched away ; 
For me thou wilt the summons send, 
And give me back my parted friend, 

In that eternal day. 



176. One Family in Heaven and on C. M 

Earth. 

Cambridge. Wesley. 

1 The saints on earth and those above, 

But one communion make ; 
Joined to their Lord in bonds of love, 
All of his grace partake. 

2 One family, we dwell in him, 

One church above, beneath. 



177. HEAVEN. 

Though now divided by the stream, 
The narrow stream of death. 

3 One army of the living God, 

At his command we bow : 
Part of the host have crossed the flood, 
And part are crossing now. 

4 O God, be thou our constant guide ! 

Then, when the word is given, 
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, 
And land us safe in heaven. 



177. These are they that came out of C. M. 

great tribulation. 

Ballerma. Watts. 

1 These glorious minds, how bright they shine ! 

Whence all their white array ? 
How came they to the happy seats 
Of everlasting day ? 

2 From torturing pains to endless joys 

On fiery wheels they rode, 
And they have washed their raiment white 
In Jesus' dying blood. 

3 Now they approach their Father, God, 

And bow before his throne ; 
Their warbling harps and sacred songs 
Adore the Holy One. 

4 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, 

And hunger flee as fast : 
The fruit of life's immortal tree 
Shall be their sweet repast. 

5 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock 

Where living fountains rise, 

And love divine shall wipe away 

All sorrow from their eyes. 



THE LAST JUDGMENT. 178, 179 



178. The Last Judgment L. M. 

Wells. W. B. O. Peabody. 

1 As once the Saviour rose on high, 

When murderers bore him to his doom, 
So all that live and all that die 

Shall break the dungeons of the tomb. 

2 And when again he walks the skies, 

When rolling clouds his path surround, 
The nations of the dead shall rise 
At the deep stirring trumpet's sound. 

3 The Father of our erring race 

Shall give the judgment to the Son, 
And spread the books before his face, 
Remembering all that they have done. 

4 Then all, whose days were passed in sin, 

Who turned from heaven with guilty heart, 
When God would fain have led them in, 
Shall hear the awful word, Depart. 

5 But if I keep my God in view, 

In all I think, and all I do; 
Then, when my Saviour wakes the dead, 
His own right hand shall crown my head. 



179. Judgment Hymn. P. M. 

Monmouth. Martin Luther. 

1 Great God, what do I see and hear ! 
The end of things created ! 
The Judge of man I see appear, 

On clouds of glory seated : 
The trumpet sounds ; the graves restore 
The dead which they contained before ! 
Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 



180. 



JUDGMENT HYMN. 



2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, 

At the last trumpet's sounding", 
Caught up to meet him in the skies, 

With joy their Lord surrounding : 
No gloomy fears their souls dismay, 
His presence sheds eternal day 

On those prepared to meet him. 

3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears, 

Behold his power prevailing ; 
For they shall rise, and find, their tears 

And sighs are unavailing : 
The day of grace is past and gone ; 
Trembling they stand before the throne, 

All unprepared to meet him. 

4 Great God, what do I see and hear ! 

The end of things created ! 
The Judge of man I see appear, 

On clouds of glory seated : 
Saved through his cross, I hail the day, 
When heaven and earth shall pass away, 

And thus prepare to meet him. 



180. Love to the Church of God. S. M. 
Gerar. Watts. 

1 I love thy Zion, Lord ! 

The house of thine abode ; 
The church, my blest Redeemer saved 
With his own precious blood. 

2 I love thy church, O God ! 

Her walls before thee stand, 
Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
And graven on thy hand. 

3 If e'er to bless her sons 

My voice or hands deny, 



MISSIONARY HYMN. 181, 

These hands let useful skill forsake, 
This voice in silence die. 

• 4 If e'er ray heart forget 
Her welfare or her wo, 
Let every joy this heart forsake, 
And every grief o'erflow. 

•5 For her my tears shall fall ; 
For her my prayers ascend ; 
To her my cares and toils be given, 
Till toils and cares shall end. 



181. Missionary Hymn. 7's & 6's M, 

"Missionary Hymn. Heber. 

1 From Greenland's icy mountains, 

From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand ; 
From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; 
Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile ? 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strown; 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high, 
Shall we to men benighted 
The lamp of life deny ? 



182. PRAYER FOR THE HEATHEN. 

Salvation ! O salvation ! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learnt Messiah's name ! 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 

And you, ye waters, roll, — 
Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to pole ; 
Till o'er our ransomed nature, 

The Lamb for sinners slain, 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss returns to reign. 



182. Prayer for the Heathen, L. M. 

Effingham. 

1 Night wraps the land where Jesus spoke, 

No guiding star the wise men see ; 
And heavy is oppression's yoke, 
Where first the gospel said, Be free. 

2 And where the harps of angels bore 

Heaven's message to the shepherd-throng, 
Good will and peace are heard no more 
To murmur Bethlehem's vales along. 

3 Send forth, send forth the glorious light, 

That from eternal wo doth save ; 
And bid Christ's heralds speed their flight, 
Ere millions find a hopeless grave. 

4 Behold ! the knee of childhood bends 

In prayer for that benighted land ; 
And with its sabbath lesson blends 
Fond memory of the mission band. 



GOD OUR GUIDE. 183, 184. 

5 With pitying zeal o'er ocean's wave, 
We reach the helpless hand to take ; 
O may we but one wanderer save ! 
We ask it for our Saviour's sake. 



183. The Final Reign of Jesus upon L. M. 
Earth. 

Truro. Watts. 

1 Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 

2 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
And endless praises crown his head ; 
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

3 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

4 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to our King ; 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the loud amen. 



184. God our Guide. 8's & 7's M. 

Greenville. 

1 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah ! 

Pilgrim through this barren land : 
I am weak, but thou art mighty, — 
Hold me with thy powerful hand. 

2 Open thou the crystal fountain, 

Whence the healing streams do flow ; 



185, 186. spring. 

Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through. 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
Thou of death and hell the conqueror, 
Land me safe on Canaan's side. 



185. Spring. C. IL 

Clarendon. 

1 While beauty clothes the fertile vale, 

And blossoms on the spray, 
And fragrance breathes in every gale, 
How sweet the vernal day ! 

2 How kind the influence of the skies ' 

Soft showers, with blessings frau^hi, 
Bid verdure, fragrance, beauty nse, 
And fix the roving thought. 

3 O let my wandering heart confess. 

With gratitude and love, 
The bounteous hand, that deigns to o!ess 
The garden, field, and grove. 

4 Inspired to praise, I then shall join 

Glad nature's cheerful song ; 
And love and gratitude divine 
Attune my joyful tongue. 



186. Spring. C. M. 

Henry. W. B. O. Peabody. 

1 When brighter suns and milder skies 
Proclaim the opening year, 
What various sounds of joy arise ! 
What prospects bright appear ! 



SPRING. 187. 

2 Earth and her thousand voices give 

Their thousand notes of praise ; 
And all, that by his mercy live, 
To God their offering' raise. 

3 The streams, all beautiful and bright, 

Reflect the morning sky ; 
And there, with music in his flight, 
The wild bird soars on high. 

4 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear, 

That saw the Saviour rise, 
The spring of heaven's eternal year 
Shall dawn on earth and skies. 

5 No winter there, no shades of night, 

Profane those mansions blest, 
Where, in the happy fields of light, 
The weary are at rest. 



187. Spring. L. M. 

Rockingham. Mrs Opie. 

1 There seems a voice in every gale, 

A tongue in every opening flower, 
Which tells, O Lord ! the wondrous tale 
Of thine indulgence, love and power. 

2 The birds that rise on soaring wing, 

Appear to hymn their Maker's praise, 
And all the mingling sounds of spring 
To thee a grateful anthem raise. 

3 And shall my voice, great God, alone 

Be mute midst nature's loud acclaim ? 
No ; let my heart with answering tone 
Breathe forth in praise thy holy name, 

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188. SUMMER. 

4 And nature's debt is small to mine, 
Thou badest her being bounded be, 
But, — matchless proof of love divine, — ■ 
Thou gavest eternal life to me. 



188. Summer, 7's & 6's M. 

Yarmouth. Miss Simes. 

1 'T is summer, glorious summer, — 

Look to the glad green earth, 
How from her grateful bosom, 

The herb and flower spring forth ; — 
These are her rich thanksgivings, 

The incense floats above ! • 
Father ! what may we offer ? 

Thy chosen flower is love ! 

2 'T is summer, blessed summer, — 

The lofty hills are bright ; 
All nature's fountains sparkle, — 

Shall ours have lesser light ? 
No ! bid each spirit praise Him, 

Who hangs on every tree 
A thousand living lyres, 

Awaking harmony ! 

3 'T is summer in our bosoms, 

When youthful snares we fly, 
And strength and peace are given 

By angel ministry. — 
'T is summer in yon heaven, 

Where, Teachers, ye shall know 
While time shall last the blessedness 

Wrought by your love below. 



THE CHANGING SEASONS. 189. 



189. The Changing Seasons. C. M. 

Stephens. Watts. 

1 With songs and honors sounding loud, 

Address the Lord on high ; 
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, 
And waters veil the sky. 

2 He sends his showers of blessings down, 

To cheer the plains below ; 
He makes the grass the mountains crown, 
And corn in valleys grow. 

3 His steady counsels change the face 

Of the declining year ; 
He bids the sun cut short his race, 
And wintry days appear. 

4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, 

Descend and clothe the ground ; 
The liquid streams forbear to flow, 
In icy fetters bound. 

5 He sends his word, and melts the snow, 

The fields no longer mourn ; 
He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
And bids the spring return. 

6 The changing wind, the flying cloud, 

Obey his mighty word ; 
With song3 and honors sounding loud, 
Praise ve the sovereign Lord. 



190, 191. HARVEST HYMN. 

190. Go<Ps Works praise Him. S. M. 

Troas. 
1 Ten thousand different flowers 
To thee sweet offerings bear ; 
And cheerful birds in shady bowers 
Sing forth thy tender care. 

% The fields on every side, 
The trees on every hill ; 
The glorious sun, the rolling tide, 
Proclaim thy wonders still. 

3 But trees, and fields, and skies, 

Still praise a God unknown ; 
For gratitude and love can rise 
From living hearts alone. 

4 These living hearts of ours 

Thy holy name would bless ; 
The blossoms of ten thousand flowers 
Would please the Saviour less. 

5 While earth itself decays, 

Our souls can never die ; 
O tune them all to sing thy praise 
In better songs on high. 



191. Harvest Hymn. 7s M. 

Edyfield. 

1 Every sheaf of golden grain, 
Standing on the smiling plain, 
Tells us, if we do not know, 
Whence our many blessings flow. 

2 Thanks we bring for earthly good, 
Nobler thanks for richer food ; 



WINTER. 192, 193. 

Love divine to us has given 

Christ, the Bread of Life, from heaven. 

3 Lord ! with these thy favors give 
Hearts to serve thee while we live, 
Till we reap, where Jesus is, 
Harvests of immortal bliss. 



192. Winter. 8>s & IPs M. 

Dwight. 

1 When flowers in summer appear, 

We wish that they alwaj s would last ; 
But winter must shortly be here, 

To sweep them away with its blast 
Spring, summer, and autumn will hasten away ; 
The roses must fade, and the blossoms decay. 

2 In heaven, no winter they know, 

To wither their pleasures away ; 
The plants that so sweetly do grow, 

Shall blossom and never decay ; 
I or earth's fading charms then no longer we '11 

care, 
But hope we may spend an eternity there. 



193. God seen in all things. 6 1. L. M. 

Eaton. Moore. 

1 Thou art, O God, the life and light 

Of all this wondrous world we see ; 
Its glow by day, its smile by night, 

Are but reflections caught from thee ; 
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, 
And all things fair and bright are thine. 

2 When day with farewell beam delays 

Among the opening clouds of even, 



194. THE RAINBOW. 

And we can almost think we gaze 

Through golden vistas up to heaven, 
Those lines that mark the sun's decline, 
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. 

3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, 

O'ershadows all the earth and skies, 
Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume 
Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, 
* at sacred gloom, those fires divine, 
- grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. 

4 When youthful spring around us breathes, 

Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh, 
And every flower that summer wreathes, 

Is born beneath thy kindling eye ; 
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, 
And all things fair and bright are thine. 



194. The Rainbow. C. M. 

Henry. . Mrs Hemans. 

1 Behold that arch of varied hue ! 

From heaven to earth 't is bowed ; 
Haste, ere it vanish, haste to view 
The rainbow in the cloud. 

2 'T was not alone to charm thy sight, 

God gave that vision fair ; — 
Gaze on its beams of azure light, 
And read His mercy there. 

3 It tells us that the mighty deep, 

Fast by the Eternal chained, 
No more o'er earth's domains shall sweep, 
Awful and unrestrained. 

4 It tells that seasons, heat and cold, 

Fixed by his sovereign will, 



THE STARS. 195. 

in their course, bid man behold 
(-time and harvest; still ; 

ill the flower shall deck the field, 
n vernal zephyrs blow ; 
ill the vine its fruit shall yield, 
1 autumn sun-beams glow. 

hild of that fair earth, which yet 
j with each charm endowed, 
<i his name, whose mercy set 
dnbow in the cloud ! 



hfo. The Stars. L. M. 

Effingham. Mrs Hemans. 

1 Child of the earth, oh lift thy glance, 
To yon bright firmament's expanse ; 
The glories of its realm explore, 
Behold, and wonder, and adore ! 

2 Mark well each little star, whose rays 
In distant splendor meet thy gaze ; 
Each is a world by Him sustained, 
Who from eternity hath reigned, 

3 Each, shining not for earth alone, 
Hath suns and planets of its own, 
And beings, whose existence springs 
From Him, the all powerful King of kings, 

4 Haply, those glorious beings know 
Nor stain of guilt, nor tear of wo ; 
But, raising still the adoring voice, 
Forever in their God rejoice. 

5 What then art thou, oh child of clay, 
Amidst creation's grandeur, say ? 






196, 197, THE THUNDER ST 

E'en as an insect on the bree 
E'en as a dew drop, lost in s* 1 

6 Yet fear thou not ! — the sovc 
Which spread the ocean an< I 
And hung the rolling sphere 
Hath, e'en for thee, a Fathei ' 



196. The Thunder Si 

Clarendon. 

1 The thunder bursts ! its rolling 

Seems the firm hills to shake . 
And, in terrific splendor bright, 
The gathered lightnings break. 

2 Yet doth not God behold thee still, 

With all-surveying eye ? 
Doth not his power all nature fill, 
Around, beneath, on high ? 

3 Then fear not, though the angry sky 

A thousand dart% should cast ; 
Why should we tremble, e'en to die, 
And be with him at last ? 



197. For a National Festival. C. M. 

Henry. 

1 To thee, the little children's Friend, 

Their hymn to-day shall rise ; 
O from the heavenly courts descend, 
And bless the sacrifice ! 

2 While through our land fair freedom's song 

Our fathers raise to thee, 
Our accents shall the notes prolong ; 
We, children, too, are free ! 



ANNIVERSARY HYMN. 

3 The past with blessings from thy hand 

Was ricnly scattered o'er, 
As numerous as the countless sand, 
That spreads the ocean shore. 

4 O may the future be as bright, 

Nor be thy favors less, 
Resplendent with the glorious light 
Of peace and happiness. 

5 On earth prepare us for the skies ; 

And, when our life is o'er, 

Let us to purer mansions rise, 

And praise thee evermore. 



198. 



198. Anniversary Hymn. L. M. 

Duke Street. 

1 Not by the brazen trumpet's voice, 

But by the skylark's early lay, 

Our school is summoned to rejoice 

In God our Saviour on this day. 

2 Now, in the temple of the Lord, 

Assembling round the throne of grace, 
We sing, and pray, and hear the word, 
And see our glorious Maker's face. 

3 Salvation's silver trumpet brings 

Heaven's richest music to our ears ; 

Happy, whose heart with rapture-springs 

At the first welcome note he hears. 

4 He, when the last dread trumpet's tone 

The dead to second life shall call, 
May stand unmoved before the throne, 
While stars like lightnings round him fall. 
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199. ANNIVERSARY HYMN. 

5 He, where eternal Sabbaths shine, 

Where all by God himself are taught, 
Lessons shall learn of truth divine, 
Of power and love surpassing thought. 



199. Anniversary Hymn. C. M. 

Ballerma. 

1 "Let little children come to me," 

The blessed Saviour said, 
And kindly laid his hand on those, 
Who unto him were led. 

2 " To those, who early seek my face, 

Shall early grace be given ; 
The humble and the childlike ones 
Shall dwell with me in heaven." 

3 Thou, that hast gone to take thy throne 

In thine own courts above ; 
Thou that didst pity children then, 
Regard us now in love. 

4 Deep on our young and thoughtless hearts 

Thy sacred likeness trace ; 

And gird us by thy spirit, Lord, 

To run the Christian race. 

5 Safe through the snares around our path, 

O guide our wayward feet ; 
And in each painful scene of life 
Be thou our sure retreat. 



FOR A RURAL CELEBRATION. 200. 



200. For a Rural Celebration. C. M. 

Arlington. 

1 We seem to hear a voice of praise 

Here, 'mid the leafy bowers, 
From murmuring streams, whose crystal maze 
Doth cheer the thirsty flowers. 

2 And louder, where yon lofty trees 
By summer's hand are drest, 

It swells on every gentle breeze, 
From bough, and spray, and nest. 

3 But, if the things by nature taught 

Pour music o'er the sod, 
How high should rise our raptured thought, 
Who learn the word of God ! 

4 To us he speaks, from morning's cell, 

From evening's dewy sphere, 
And when the holy Sabbath bell 
Salutes the Christian's ear. 

5 To us he speaks, he guides our choice 

By heaven's own book divine ; 
And aids our teacher's much loved voice 
To fix each treasured line. 

6 To us he speaks, and we in praise 

Would still our offering bring, 

Here, where creation joins our lays, 

And there, where angels sing. 



201,202. TEACHERS PRAYER* 



201. For the opening of a Sunday L. M. 

School Room. 

Ward. Cowper. 

1 Our God, where'er thy people meet, 
There they behold thy mercy-seat ; 
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, 
And every place is hallowed ground. 

2 For thou, within no walls confined, 
Inhabitest the humble mind ; 

Such ever bring thee where they come) 
And going take thee to their home. 

3 Here may we prove the power of prayer, 
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, 
To teach our faint desires to rise, 

And bring all heaven before our eyes. 

4 Behold ! at thy commanding word, 
We stretch the curtain and the cord ; 
Come, Thou, and shed abroad thy grace, 
And bless us with a large increase. 



202. Teacher's Prayer. 8's, 7's & 4's M. 

Oliphant. 

1 Thou, who didst with love and blessing 

Gather Z ion's babes to thee ; 
Still a Saviour's love expressing, 
These the babes of Zion see ; 

Bless the labors, 
That would bring them up for thee* 

2 Smile upon the weak endeavor, 

Vain, if thou thy smile deny ; 



PARTING HYMN. 203, 204. 

Lo ! they rise, — to live for ever ! 
Train, O train them for the sky ! 

Gracious Shepherd, 
Train them for thy flock on high. 

Then, when we shall all have slumbered, 

Side by side, in common dust, 
With thy ransomed people numbered, 

With the assembly of the just, 
Child and teacher, — 

Saviour ! own our humble trust. 



. Reivard of the Faithful Teacher. L. M, 
Sicily. 

1 When the infant spirit, flying, 

Smiles, and gladly leaves its clay, 
On a Saviour's death relying, 
Soaring to the world of day ; 

2 If beside that pillow, standing, 

One there be, who taught it so ; 
Led that little soul, expanding, 
All the love of God to know ; 

3 O how pure must be the pleasure. 

Thus his sweet reward to see, 
As its life fulfils its measure, 
As it seeks eternity! 



204. Parting Hymn. 7'sM. 

Edyfield. Kirke White. 

1 Christians ! brethren! ere we part, 
Every voice and every heart 
Join, and to our Father raise 
One last hvmn of grateful praise. 
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205, 206. OLD OR NEW YEAR. 

2 Though we here should meet no more, 
Yet there is a brighter shore ; 
There, released from toil and pain, 
There we all may meet again. 

3 Now to him who reigns in heaven, 
Be eternal glory given ; 
Grateful for thy love divine, 

O may all our hearts be thine ! 



205. Old or New Year. L. M. 

Duke Street. Doddridge. 

1 My helper God ! I bless thy name ; 
Thy power and grace are still the same ; 
The tokens of thy friendly care, 
Open, and crown, and close the year. 

2 I midst ten thousand dangers stand, 
Supported by thy guardian hand ; 
And see, when I survey my ways, 
Ten thousand monuments of praise. 

3 Thus far thine arm hath led me on, 
Thus far I make thy mercy known ; 
And, while I tread this desert land, 
New blessings shall new songs demand. 



206. The Close of the Year. C. M. 

Medfield. Browne. 

1 And now, my soul, another year 

Of my short life is past ; 

I cannot long continue here, 

And this may be my last. 

2 Part of my doubtful life is gone ; 

Nor will return again ; 



THE NEW YEAR. 207. 

And swift my fleeting moments run, — 
The few which yet remain. 

3 Awake, my soul ! with all thy care, 

Thy true condition learn ; 
What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair, 
And what thy great concern ? 

4 Now a new space of life begins, 

Set out afresh for heaven : 
Seek pardon for thy former sins, 
Through Christ so freely given. 

5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, 

And on his grace depend ; 
With zeal pursue the heavenly road, 
Nor doubt a happy end. 



207. Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. L. M. 

Medway. Doddridge. 

1 Great God ! we sing that mighty hand, 
By which supported still we stand ; 
The opening year thy mercy shows ; 
Let mercy crown it, till it close. 

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
Still we are guarded by our God ; 
By his incessant bounty fed, 

By his unerring counsel led. 

3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
The future, all to us unknown, 

We to thy guardian care commit, 
And, peaceful, leave before thy feet. 

4 In scenes exalted or depressed, 

Be thou our joy, and thou our rest ; 



208. THE NEW YEAR. 

Thy goodness all our hope shall raise, 
Adored through all our changing days. 

5 When death shall interrupt our songs, 
And seal in silence mortal tongues ; 
Thy praises shall our lips employ 
In the eternal world of joy. 



208. The New Year. 7's M. 

Benevento. Newton. 

1 While with ceaseless course the sun 

Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 

Never more to meet us here. 
Fixed in an eternal state, 

They have done with all below ; 
We a little longer wait ; 

But how little, none can know. 

2 As the winged arrow flies 

Speedily the mark to find ; 
As the lightning from the skies 

Darts and leaves no trace behind ; 
Swiftly thus our fleeting days 

Bear us down life's rapid stream ; 
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ; 

All below is but a dream. 

3 Thanks for mercies past receive, 

Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us henceforth how to live, 

With eternity in view. 
Bless thy word to young and old ; 

Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
And when life's short tale is told, 

May we dwell with thee above. 



THE NEW YEAR. 209, 210. 



209. The New Year. 7's M. 

Pleyel's Hymn. Newton. 

1 See ! another year is gone ! 
Quickly have the seasons past ; 

This we enter now upon 
Will to many prove their last. 

2 Mercy hitherto has spared ; 
But have mercies been improved ? 

Let us ask, Am I prepared, 

Should T be this year removed ? 

3 Some, we now no longer see, 
Who their mortal race have run, 

Seemed as fair for life as we, 
When the former year begun. 

4 Some, — but who God only knows,— 
Who are here assembled now, 

Ere the present year shall close, 
To the stroke of death must bow. 

5 While we pray, and while we hear, 
Help us Lord, with awe to think, 

That eternity is near, 
We are standing on the brink. 



210. For a New Year. P. M. 

Groton. 
1 Come, let us anew our journey pursue, 
Roll round with the year, 
And never stand still till the Master appear ! 

2 His adorable will let us gladly fulfil, 
And our talents improve, 
By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 



210. THE NEW YEAR. 

3 Our life is a dream, our time as a stream 

Glides swiftly away ; 
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 

4 The arrow is flown, the moment is gone ; 

The millenial year 
Rushes on to our view, and eternity 's here. 

5 O that each in the day of His coming may say, 

" I have fought my way through ; 
I have finished the work thou didst give me to 
do." 

6 O that each from the Lord may receive the glad 

word, 
"Well and faithfully done! 
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.* 



CRIPTURE SELECTIONS. 



1. Public Worship. 

It is a good thing to give thanks unto the 
Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O 
Most High : 

To show forth thy loving kindness in the 
morning, and thy faithfulness every night. 

Serve the Lord with gladness ; come be- 
fore his presence with singing. 

Know ye that the Lord, he is God : it is he 
that hath made us, and not we ourselves ; we 
are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. 

Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and 
into his courts with praise : be thankful unto 
him, and bless his name. 

For the Lord is good ; his mercy is ever- 
lasting ; and his truth endureth unto all gen- 
erations. 

How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord 
of Hosts ! 

Blessed are they that dwell in thy house : 
they will be still praising thee. 

O God, thou art my God ; early will I seek 
thee. 

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152 SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS. 

Because thy loving kindness is better tharj 
life, my lips shall praise thee. 

The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness i 
thereof; the world, and they that dwell there- 
in. 

Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord, 
and who shall stand in his holy place ? 

He that hath clean hands, and a pure 
heart ; who hath not lifted up his soul unto 
vanity, nor sworn deceitfully : 

He shall receive the blessing from the 
Lord, and righteousness from the God of his 
salvation. 

Thou art my hope, O Lord God ; thou art 
my trust from my youth. 

Whom have I in heaven but thee ? and 
there is none upon earth that I desire besides 
thee. 

Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and 
afterward receive me to glory.* 

Thou wilt show me the path of life ; in 
thy presence is fulness of joy ; at thy right 
hand there are pleasures for evermore. 

2. Providence of God. 

O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in 
wisdom hast thou made them all : the earth 
is full of thy riches. 

The eyes of all wait upon thee ; and thou 
givest them their meat in due season. 

Thou openest thy hand, and satisfiest the 
desire of every living thing. 



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Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled : 
thou takest away their breath, they die, and 
return to their dust. 

Thou send est forth thy spirit, they are cre- 
ated ; and thou renewest the face of the earth. 

Thou crownest the year with thy goodness ; 
and thy paths drop fatness. 

The day is thine, the night also is thine : 
thou hast prepared the light and the sun. 

Thou hast set all the borders of the earth ; 
thou hast made summer and winter. 

He watereth the hills from his chambers ; 
the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy 
works. 

He giveth snow like wool : he scattereth 
the hoar-frost like ashes. 

He casteth forth his ice like morsels : who 
can stand before his cold ? 

He sc adeth out his vrov^. and melteth 
them ; he causeth his wind to blow, and the 
waters flow. 

All thy works shall praise thee, O Lord, 
and thy saints shall bless thee. 

The Lord is good to all ; and his tender 
mercies are over all his works. 

The Lord openeth the eyes of the blind : 
the Lord raiseth them that are bowed down ; 
the Lord loveth the righteous. 

The Lord preserveth the stranger ; he re- 
lieveth the fatherless and widow ; but the 
way of the wicked he turneth upside down. 

I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live ; 



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I will sing praise unto my God while I have 
my being. 

My meditation of him shall be sweet; I 
will be glad in the Lord. 

Bless the Lord, all his works in all places 
of his dominion : bless the Lord, O my soul. 



3.' Gratitude and Trust. 

Bless the Lord, O my soul ; and all that is 
within me, bless his holy name. 

Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not 
all his benefits ; 

Who forgiveth all thine iniquities ; who 
healeth ail thy diseases ; 

Who redeemeth thy life from destruction ; 
who crowneth thee with loving kindness and 
tender mercies. 

Like as a father pitieth his children, so the 
Lord pitieth them that fear him. 

The Lord is nigh unto all them that call 
upon him, to all that call upon him in truth. 

He will fulfil the desire of them that fear 
him : he also will hear their cry, and will 
save them. 

The Lord is my shepherd ; I shall not 
want. 

He maketh me to lie down in green pas- 
tures : he leadeth me beside the still waters. 

He restoreth my soul : he leadeth me in 
the paths of righteousness for his name's 
sake. 



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Yea, though I walk through the valley of 
the shadow of death, I will fear no evil ; for 
thou art with me ; thy rod and thy staff, they 
comfort me. 

What shall I render unto the Lord for all 
his benefits toward me ? 

I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanks- 
giving, and will call upon the name of the 
Lord. 

I will meditate on thy precepts, and have 
respect unto thy ways. 

So shall I keep thy law continually for ever 
and ever. 

Thus will I bless thee while I live ; I will 
lift up my hands in thy name. 

I will wash my hands in innocency : so 
will I compass thine altar, O Lord. 

4. Omniscience 

O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known 
me. 

Thou knowest my down-sitting and mine 
up-rising ; thou understandest my thoughts 
afar off. 

Thou compassest my path, and my lying 
down, and art acquainted with all my ways. 

For there is not a word in my tongue, but, 
lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. 

Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or 
whither shall I flee from thy presence ? 

If I ascend up to heaven, thou art there ; 
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if I make my bed in hell, behold thou art 
there. 

If I take the wings of the morning, and 
dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea ; 

Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy 
right hand shall hold me. 

If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover 
me ; even the night shall be light about me. 

Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee ; 
but the night shineth as the day ; the dark- 
ness and the light are both alike to thee. 

If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord 
will not hear me. 

The Lord is far from the wicked ; but he 
heareththe prayer of the righteous. 

Search me, O God, and know my heart; 
try me and know my thoughts : 

And see if there be any wicked way in me, 
and lead me in the way everlasting. 

Let the words of my mouth, and the medi- 
tation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, 
Lord, my strength, and my redeemer. 

5. Early Piety. 

Come, ye children, hearken unto me : I 
will teach you the fear of the Lord. 

Remember now thy Creator in the days of 
thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor 
the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I 
have no pleasure in them. 

Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips 
from speaking guile. 



SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS. 157 

Depart from evil, and do good ; seek peace, 
and pursue it. 

Honor thy father and thy mother ; that thy 
days may be long upon the land, which the 
Lord thy God giveth thee. 

Enter not into the path of the wicked, and 
go not in the way of evil men. 

My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou 
not. 

Trust in the Lord with all thy heart, and 
lean not on thine own understanding. 

In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he 
shall direct thy paths. 

Keep thy heart with all diligence ; for out 
of it are the issues of life. 

Wisdom is the principal thing ; therefore 
get wisdom : and with all thy getting get un- 
derstanding. 

Length of days is in her right hand ; and 
in her left hand riches and honour. 

Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and 
all her paths are peace. 

If thou seekest for her as for silver, and 
searchest for her as for hid treasures ; 

Then shalt thou understand the fear of the 
Lord, and find the knowledge of God. 

Then shalt thou walk in thy way safely, 
and thy foot shall not stumble. 

When thou liest down, thou shalt not be 
afraid ; yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy 
sleep shall be sweet. 

There no evil shall befal thee, neither shall 
any plague come nigh thy dwelling. 



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For he shall give his angels charge over 
thee, to keep thee in thy ways. 

O taste and see that the Lord is good : 
blessed is the man that trusteth in him. 



6. The Works of God. 

I will now remember the works of the 
Lord, and declare the things that I. have seen. 

The sun that giveth light looketh upon all 
things, and is full of the glory of the Lord. 

Great is the Lord that made it ; and at his 
commandment it runneth hastily, 

He made the moon also to serve in her sea- 
son, and the stars to shine in the firmament of 
heaven. 

At the commandment of the Holy One 
they all stand in their order, and never faint 
in their watches. 

Look upon the rainbow, and praise him 
that made it ; very beautiful it is in the bright- 
ness thereof. 

It compasseth the heaven with a glorious 
circle, and the hands of the Most High have 
bended it. 

He maketh the snow to fall apace, and 
sendeth swiftly the lightnings of his judg- 
ment. 

At his sight the mountains are shaken ; 
the noise of his thunder maketh the earth 
to tremble. 

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SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS. 159 

the falling down thereof is as the lighting of 
grasshoppers. 

He poureth the hoar frost upon the earth, 
and clotheth the water as with a breastplate. 

He declareth the things that are past, and 
to come, and revealeth the steps of hidden 
things. 

No thought escapeth him, neither is any 
word hidden from him. 

He hath garnished the excellent works of 
his wisdom, and he is from everlasting to 
everlasting. 

Unto him may nothing be added, neither 
can he be diminished, and he hath no need of 
any counsellor. 

O how desirable are all his works ! He 
hath made nothing imperfect. 

One thing establisheth the good of another ; 
and who shall be filled with beholding his 
glory ? 

There are yet hid greater things than these 
be, for we have seen but a few of his works. 

For the Lord hath made all things ; and 
to the godly hath he given wisdom. 

7. • True Wisdom. 

God created man to be immortal, and made 
him to be an image of his own eternity. 

The souls of the righteous are in the hand 
of God, and there shall no torment touch them. 

Though they be punished in the sight of 
men, yet is their hope full of immortality. 



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SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS. 



Honourable age is not that which standeth 
in length of time, nor that is measured by 
number of years. 

But wisdom is the gray hair unto men, and 
an unspotted life is old age. 

To fear the Lord is the beginning of wis- 
dom, and giveth joy, and gladness, and a long 
life. 

My son, help thy father in his age, and 
grieve him not as long as he liveth. 

Honour thy father and mother both in word 
and deed, that a blessing may come upon thee 
from them. 

Be not hasty with thy tongue, and in no 
wise speak against ihe truth. 

Love him that hath made thee with all thy 
strength. 

Bow down thine ear to the poor, and refuse 
not to give to him that is in need. 

So shalt thou be as the son of the Most 
High, and he shall love thee more than thy 
mother doth. 

Wisdom exalteth her children, and layeth 
hold of them that seek her. 

He that loveth her loveth life ; and they 
that seek her early shall be filled with joy. 

They that serve her shall minister to the 
Holy One ; and them that love her the Lord 
will love. 



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8. Redemption. 

Blessed be the Lord God of Israel ; for he 
hath visited and redeemed his people ; 

And hath raised up a horn of salvation for 
for us in the house of his servant David ; — 

To perform the mercy promised to our 
fathers, and to remember his holy covenant ; 

To give light to them that sit in darkness, 
and in the shadow of death, — 

To guide our feet in the way of peace. 

The eyes of the blind are opened, and the 
ears of the deaf are unstopped. 

The lame man leaps as a hart, and the 
tongue of the dumb sings. 

The dead are raised, to the poor the gospel 
is preached. 

Surely He hath borne our griefs, and car- 
ried our sorrows. 

He was bruised for our iniquities ; and with 
his stripes are we healed. 

He did no sin, neither was guile found in 
his mouth. 

When he was reviled, he reviled not again ; 
when he suffered, he threatened not. 

He was brought as a lamb to the slaughter ; 
he poured out his soul unto death. 

Unto him that loved us, and washed us 
from our sins in his own blood, and hath 
made us kings and priests unto God and his 
Father, 

To him be glory and dominion for ever and 
ever. Amen. 



162 scripture selections. 

9. The Kingdom of Christ. 

How beautiful upon the mountains are the 
feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that pub- 
lisheth peace ; that saith unto Zion, Thy God 
reigneth ! 

The Lord hath comforted his people, and 
all the ends of the earth shall see the salva- 
tion of our God. 

The wilderness and the solitary place shall 
be glad ; 

The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the 
rose. 

The house of the Lord shall be established 
in the top of the mountains, and shall be ex- 
alted above the hills. 

And many nations shall come, and say, Let 
us go up to the mountain of the Lord, and to 
the house of the God of Jacob. 

They shall beat their swords into plough- 
shares, and their spears into pruning hooks. 

Nation shall not lift up a sword against na- 
tion, neither shall they learn war any more. 

The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and 
the leopard shall lie down with the kid ; and 
the calf, and the young lion, and the fatling 
together ; and a little child shall lead them. 

They shall not hurt nor destroy in all God's 
holy mountain ; for the earth shall be full of 
the knowledge of the Lord, as the waters 
cover the sea. 

Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, 
and he will dwell with them. 



SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS. 163 

And they shall be his people, and God him- 
self shall be with them, and be their God. 

Praise our God, all ye servants of his, and 
ye that fear him, both great and small. 

Alleluia : the Lord God omnipotent reign- 
eth. 

Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour 
to him. 

Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, 
be unto Him that sitteth upon the throne, and 
unto the Lamb, for ever and ever. 

10. Heaven. 

Who are these, which are arrayed in white 
robes ? and whence came they ? 

These are they which came out of great 
tribulation, and have washed their robes, and 
made them white in the blood of the Lamb. 

These are they which follow the Lamb 
whithersoever he goeth. And in their mouth 
was found no guile : for they are without 
fault before the throne of God. 

Therefore do they serve him day and night 
in his temple ; and he that sitteth on the throne 
shall dwell among them. 

They shall hunger no more, neither thirst 
any more. 

There shall be no more death, neither sor- 
row, nor crying, neither shall there be any 
more pain. 

There shall be no night there, and they 
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164 SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS. 

need no candle, neither light of the sun ; for 
the Lord God giveth them light. 

They shall see his face ; and his name shall I 
be in their foreheads. 

The Lamb, which is in the midst of the | 
throne shall feed them, and shall lead them| 
unto living fountains of waters. 

There shall in no wise enter there any-1 
thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh 1 
abomination, or maketh a lie ; 

But they which are written in the Lamb's I 
book of life. 

Blessed are they that do his command- 
ments, that they may have right to the tree of I 
life, and may enter in through the gates into I 
the city. 

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to re- I 
ceive power, and riches, and wisdom, and J 
strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing. 

11. Charity and Brotherly Love. 

Blessed is he that considereth the poor ; the 
Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. 

The Lord will preserve him, and keep him 
alive ; and he shall be blessed upon the earth. 

The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed 
of languishing : thou wilt make all his bed in 
sickness. 

He that hath pity upon the poor, lendeth 
unto the Lord. 

And that which he hath given will He pay 
him again. 



SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS. 165 

Blessed are the merciful ; for they shall 
obtain mercy. 

Love your enemies, bless them that curse 
you, do good to them that hate you, 

That ye may be the children of your 
Father which is in heaven. 

Condemn not, and ye shall not be con- 
demned ; 

Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven. 

Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and 
weep with them that weep. 

Recompense to no man evil for evil. 

Herein is love, not that we loved God, but 
that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the 
propitiation for our sins. 

Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also 
to love one another. 

God is love ; and he that dwelleth in love, 
dwelleth in God, and God in him. 



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